Zhang Tu never expected Lin Chen to be so formidable. Terrified, he hurriedly rushed toward the crowd. Fortunately, he still had a group of underlings; otherwise, he figured he would have been done for.
Among these seventy or eighty people, no more than five had guns. All the rest carried machetes.
Using his sweeping gaze, Lin Chen quickly located those carrying guns and took them out one by one. Qiu Qian did not delay either. He followed Lin Chen into the crowd and unleashed a barrage of attacks.
In the blink of an eye, a large number of people had fallen.
Fanhai, the Second Boss standing nearby, suddenly raised his gun, intending to take out Qiu Qian. Just as Qiu Qian was about to dodge, he heard a miserable cry of "Ah!" A steel needle was embedded in Fanhai's forehead.
The scene was exactly like what had happened to Zeng Ke, the Third Boss, earlier. Qiu Qian knew the Island Lord Lin Chen had done it. When he turned around, he indeed saw Lin Chen smiling at him. "You okay?"
"I'm fine. Thank you, Island Lord."
Qiu Qian thanked him.
"What are you being polite for? Keep going."
Lin Chen said.
Qiu Qian nodded. He was now brimming with confidence. The Island Lord was like a god—highly skilled and even knew An Qi. He was just too damn impressive.
Seeing this, Zhang Tu was badly frightened and hurriedly shouted toward the entrance, "Get in here, now!"
But the moment his words fell, gunfire erupted from the entrance. Looking closely, he discovered that the Island Lord's Palace guards were suppressing the brothers outside with heavy firepower.
Among the people outside, there were fewer than twenty guns in total. Everyone else had machetes. How could they dare charge in?
They followed Zhang