"Old Luo, if you take down that wicked woman, I'll work for you for the rest of my life!" Tian Shun'er suddenly told Luo Qian at that critical moment. Even when Luo Qian had saved his life years ago, he had never pledged himself to Luo Qian. Yet after witnessing this tragedy, he had made that very decision.
Luo Qian rested the heavy machine gun on his shoulder and aimed at the cave entrance. He smiled. "Don't worry. Working for me won't pay any less than escorting caravans. Heh heh..."
The cave entrance slowly brightened, and a faint ray of light filtered in. The five attackers worked together seamlessly: three stayed behind to raise a barrier, while the two in front each held a finger-sized flying sword between their loosely cupped hands. The swords darted up and down between their palms like venomous snakes ready to strike.
All five wore black, with only holes for their eyes. Luo Qian did not care about anything else. The moment the Pale-green sphere of light appeared, he pulled the trigger. Rat-tat-tat... A stream of fire spat from the barrel. He and Tian Shun'er had already agreed on their roles: Luo Qian would provide suppressing fire, while Tian Shun'er would act as the sniper, picking a target and killing him when he least expected it.
Luo Qian's strange "Magic Treasure" threw the five into disarray for a moment. Bullets from the heavy machine gun fell as thick as a rainstorm, hammering their defensive barrier and nearly breaking through. Fortunately for them, dense as the barrage was, each shot carried limited force. The three defenders soon steadied themselves. Even so, Luo Qian's firepower was fierce. The five were in no danger of being wounded, but advancing was another matter.
The two in front exchanged a