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Everyone fell silent.
This guy was insane...
They had already said they were from the Oasis Brotherhood, yet he had blown the man's head apart with one shot, then kept firing until even the corpse was mangled.
The moment Mu Fan turned around, everyone behind him retreated three meters in unison.
Mu Fan casually drew the dark gold-patterned short stick from behind his back, lowering its heavy end onto the thick wooden table beside him.
Thud...
Then the tip of the stick slowly slid across the surface. The rasping sound of metal scraping against the tabletop sent chills through everyone's hearts.
"Go on."
His voice was faint.
The faces of several fierce mercenaries twitched, but none of them made a move.
Mu Fan continued sweeping his gaze around, his voice low and forceful.
"...Go on?"
Boom!
The short stick swung high into the air, then came down like lightning.
The sturdy oak table shattered into a cloud of splinters beneath that blow.
"Didn't you want to fight? Then—keep—going!"
At that moment, Mu Fan's dominance and savagery were laid bare for all to see.
His voice made the liquid in the wine glasses tremble.
At last, a burly man with a skull tattoo on his face had a vicious gleam flare in his eyes.
He spat. "You little bastard, I'll blow you apart today!"
Bang.
White smoke burst from the muzzle of the gun he had drawn.
Thud!
All anyone saw was the short stick in Mu Fan's hand instantly spinning into an afterimage before smashing viciously down toward the front side in the blink of an eye.
A spark burst in midair.
A deep crater appeared in the ground instantly.
The spinning short stick did not stop at all. No one even