"No survivors!" a young man said as he walked over to Zhang Chun.
Zhang Chun nodded. He had watched them put an extra bullet into each body.
"Bring Xiao Lin! Pull out!" Zhang Chun ordered.
Bullets had no eyes. Gunfights always brought casualties, especially with so many enemies. Some of Zhang Chun's men had been wounded too, though only three were seriously hurt. One unlucky man had taken a ricochet to the head. That was just bad luck.
Just as they were about to get into their vehicles, lights appeared in the distance, followed by a number of vehicles rapidly approaching.
"Looks like their reinforcements. What do we do?" The others looked at Zhang Chun.
"Fight them first. If they get on our tail, we won't be able to get away!" Zhang Chun made his decision almost instantly.
The vehicles stopped a few dozen meters away, and the men inside piled out and took cover behind them.
"Fire!" Seeing this, Zhang Chun wasted no more time and gave the order. Gunfire immediately erupted again.
Bullets flew, punching rows of holes into the vehicles. Several Small Wah Kee men were killed on the spot, while the rest were pinned behind their vehicles, unable to raise their heads.
The Small Wah Kee men cursed furiously. These Hongxing men had far too much firepower.
They had rushed over as soon as they got the news. Bringing handguns was already something; they generally had no use for long guns.
Their leader was Lin Younian, a skilled fighter under Kalasu. His Five Ancestors Fist had earned him quite a reputation among the various Wah Kee branches, but it was useless in a situation like this. He could only draw his pistol and return fire.
Yet less than a minute into the firefight, several round objects