"No. This is your graveyard."
Ding Ling replied.
Smith Brown froze, as if he could not believe such words had come from Ding Ling's mouth.
He looked left and right. What did he say?
One of his subordinates repeated it.
Only then did he realize he had not misheard. It was not an illusion.
He suddenly burst into laughter, laughing until his stomach hurt. He pounded the hood several times with a loud thud to vent his amusement.
Only after this strange feeling faded did he gradually calm down.
He looked at Ding Ling, the corners of his mouth curling slightly as he said with a half-smile:
"I don't know where you got your confidence, but now you're surrounded and cut off. I'll give you one chance. Surrender, or die?"
"That's exactly what I wanted to say to you."
Ding Ling chuckled. You also have one chance.
"..."
Smith Brown was speechless. His expression darkened. Looks like this brat won't appreciate a toast until he's forced to drink a forfeit! He won't give up until he reaches the Yellow River!
He waved his hand.
Click, click!
One by one, the Great Han began loading their pistols.
But before they could aim at Ding Ling,
Ding Ling suddenly raised his hands. Bang, bang, bang!
With a gun in each hand and a series of bangs, more than a dozen people, including Smith Brown, all collapsed to the ground!
Aside from Smith Brown, whose hands had been crippled but who was still alive, not one of the others survived. Every one of them had been shot dead.
"...!!!"
Leon had still been extremely tense and had already prepared himself for a desperate fight, but when he saw this scene, he was dumbfounded.
What had he just seen?!
Bullets turning corners?!
Ding Ling