Enemies Meet on a Narrow Road
Yao Bing, who had faced death without flinching in front of Li Bai, was sent flying the very next second. After crashing through two tables, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle. His legs kicked twice, and at last he got his wish and breathed his last.
Who could have imagined he wouldn't even survive three rounds? Still, he got what he deserved.
Dead was dead.
It was a little unexpected, but Li Bai certainly wasn't going to avenge this guy. After all, he had brought his death on himself.
Good and evil would always be repaid; the heavens' justice would run its course. Just look up and see—who had ever escaped heaven's judgment?
"Who are you people?!"
As a mercenary who had walked the line between life and death, Berg, captain of the Wolf Fang Cross Squad, drew his gun at once.
Sacrificing a rookie to curry favor with their patron was something they could do behind closed doors, but they would never allow an outsider to interfere. Those were two entirely different matters.
The arm belonged to a burly man whose muscles bulged like knots. His arm was as thick as an ordinary person's waist, and every muscle seemed packed with explosive power. Just looking at his build, he was three times as broad as Billy, the Wolf Fang Cross Squad's machine gunner.
A terrifying, beastlike presence bore down on them. An ordinary person would have been scared weak in the knees on the spot.
Besides the beastlike brute, there were more than a dozen men, both Black and white. Without exception, they were all burly and fierce-looking, and the weapons strapped to their backs were unusually large.
Captain Berg's men reacted quickly too, brandishing their weapons. They stood ready for a