World Casino, second-floor office area.
Shen Xing knelt on the floor, head lowered, every second feeling like a year.
Yan Baimei sipped whiskey, already savoring the victory of finally avenging his great grievance.
Seven or eight armed men were scattered throughout the room. Some smoked, some drank, all with vicious glints in their eyes...
Suddenly, a noise came from the covered window, drawing everyone's attention.
At that moment, a deafening bang rang out as the window shattered.
At the same time, a figure flipped inside.
"Shoot! Shoot!"
Yan Baimei cried out in panic.
The seven or eight men in the room all moved in unison to chamber their weapons and raise their guns.
Almost at the same instant, a rapid burst of gunfire erupted—Bang bang bang bang!
Shen Xing stared in horror at the thugs clutching their hands and howling, at Yan Baimei trembling in fright, and at Wang Yan standing by the window with a smile.
"Not bad. You didn't get beaten up."
Wang Yan said with a chuckle.
He then walked over and dragged Shen Xing, whose body had gone limp and had little strength left, farther into the room, away from the doorway.
The next instant, the door was thrown open, and the thugs guarding outside rushed in with their guns raised, shouting wildly.
Wang Yan fired calmly. He didn't take their lives, only shot them in the wrists.
After he took down seven or eight of them, the people outside no longer dared to move.
Leaning against the corner of the wall, Wang Yan shot one of the men lying on the floor clutching his wrist, hitting him directly in the head and ending his life.
Wang Yan said indifferently in Burmese, "Whoever touches a gun dies. Whoever makes another sound dies."
The room instantly fell