The gun in my left hand was pressed right against his chest.
"Let go!"
But Wild Wolf still didn't seem to care that the muzzle was digging into him. He actually... leaned over to my wrist and sniffed it?
"Sniff, sniff..."
Was there something wrong with this guy?
I gritted my teeth. It looked like he really wouldn't stop unless I shot him. I didn't want to do that, but...
"Die!"
"Click!"
The instant I pulled the trigger, Wild Wolf suddenly grabbed the barrel of the gun in my left hand, too. The guy was seriously strong. He pinned the barrel down, so even though I pulled the trigger, I couldn't fire.
"Just as I thought. It's this scent..."
There was a trace of nostalgia in Wild Wolf's voice, but I didn't have the time to feel nostalgic. I abruptly let go and backed away two steps. Both Glock 17s were in his hands now. All I had left on me was the M500 and my machete.
Wei Ping had told me not to show this gun in the city, but I couldn't worry about that now.
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My right hand gripped the M500, while my left reached down and drew the machete from my right hip!
At the same time, the other eight men charged at me. Wu San was the first to reach me!
"Ha!!"
Without any warning, Wu San let out a shout and swung at me. I instantly drew the cleaver from behind my waist and slashed backhanded—
"Shhhk!!"
Blood sprayed as Wu San pulled his fist back. A deep gash had been cut into his forearm. Right after him—not Fatty Two, but another short man—rushed over in two steps. He wore