"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Faced with such sudden provocation, the lackey guarding the entrance immediately dashed through the doors, shouting.
Soon, a large crowd of thugs rushed out, numbering over a hundred. The man at their head was none other than Huang Ge.
With their dignity trampled like this, they had nothing more to say. They immediately activated their Martial Souls and charged.
The hundred-odd people opposite them all wore black coats and had already formed ranks, one row crouching and another standing, the iron rods in their hands aimed at the approaching thugs.
Leng Xiyue climbed out of the armored vehicle. Seeing the enemy draw near, she abruptly swept her hand down. "Fire!"
A volley of gunfire rang out, and the thugs, whose strength was only in the thirtieth or fortieth ranks, fell at the sound. A few remained unharmed, however: Huang Ge and two of his subordinates. He was actually a Soul Emperor, while the other two were Soul Kings.
The dense fire battered the two Soul Kings black and blue, leaving them afraid to advance. Huang Ge was also about to retreat, but unexpectedly, the device that required three people to operate swung toward him.
Boom!
With a tremendous blast, a shell shot out and struck Huang Ge squarely. Without making a sound, he ran two more steps before suddenly collapsing, only then discovering that his body had already been blown apart.
Seeing that the main force had been eliminated, Leng Xiyue waved her hand, and a group charged into the club. Sporadic gunshots followed, along with the sound of doors being smashed open.
Was this a battle? No, it would be more accurate to call it a one-sided massacre.
While Dai Mubai was still replaying that scene in his mind, his door was rammed open. Two