"Aaaah!"
Hou Liangbing felt as though his head was about to split apart. Suffocation and agony swept through his body, and his lungs burned.
He was the deputy chief of Bureau 7, yet someone had him pinned underfoot like a mangy dog!
"L-let... go..."
Hou Liangbing struggled to force out a few garbled syllables, his face turning a frightening purplish red.
With the last of his strength, he shouted an order at the few trusted men still standing.
"Get... get him! What the fuck are you waiting for? Kill this old bastard!"
His trusted men shuddered.
Attack?
Was he kidding?
The old man's movements had been so fast they couldn't even make out a blur!
Those weren't fighting moves. They were pure killing techniques!
Wouldn't charging him be suicide?!
What kind of seventy-year-old grandpa was this?
He was a shura that had crawled straight out of hell!
In that instant of hesitation-
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
"Swish!"
Led by Liu Gang, the Bureau 7 agents who had just gotten back on their feet snapped into action.
Without the slightest hesitation, they drew their sidearms in unison, their dark muzzles instantly trained on Hou Liangbing's few isolated loyalists.
"Drop your weapons!"
"Move a muscle and we'll shoot you on the spot!"
Their cold, uncompromising commands rang through the cemetery.
The men's resolve collapsed in an instant!
"D-don't shoot!"
"We surrender!"
Their weapons fell to the ground. They raised their hands high, their faces deathly pale.
It was all over!
The entire situation had been turned on its head!
At the sight, Hou Liangbing's last shred of hope shattered. His whole body went limp, and he stopped struggling.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
Elder Xu approached Hou Liangbing with slow, steady steps.
Looking down at him, he showed no anger, only profound sorrow and disappointment.
"Hou