The entrance was blown open with a thunderous crash, shattering into pieces.
Luo Yan surged forward amid the splintered wood and metal fragments, his momentum undiminished. His long blade carved out a vacuum of death through the crowded hall.
He was a human meat grinder spinning at high speed, swinging his blade again and again to cut down every black-robed cultist who tried to raise a weapon, along with the gambling tables and obstacles in their way.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
There were far more cultists posing as gamblers and staff inside the casino than expected. Faced with the Special Investigation Team's thunderous raid, they could no longer keep up their disguises and revealed their hideous true faces.
But it made no difference to Luo Yan.
They deserved to die.
The Special Investigation Team members behind him quickly poured inside, moving in orderly fashion without being affected in the slightest by the bloody scene before them.
Some subdued the ordinary gamblers, who were too terrified to resist. The rest worked in pairs, precisely pouncing on the cult's outer members, whose auras were slightly stronger, as they tried to blend into the crowd.
"Special Investigation Team uncles... Uncle, don't kill me! Don't, don't!"
A well-dressed gambler spotted the familiar uniforms and his legs immediately gave way. He trembled like a leaf.
He raised both hands high. Dice and brightly colored playing cards spilled from his arms, while tears and snot instantly smeared his face.
A team member strode forward with an expressionless face and cuffed his hands behind his back with a pair of specially made handcuffs. The motion was crisp and efficient, without a word of needless chatter.
Meanwhile, the sniper team on the upper floors had already locked onto several key positions inside the casino