The whistle sounded.
From the distance came an instant swell of restless commotion and howling.
Lu Qingyu stared wide-eyed at the burly man's corpse, its neck snapped by a slap. Her mind was spinning. How could he have reacted so violently?!
Then, her heart was instantly filled with the joy of surviving a calamity.
She was saved!
Then her sister... could be saved too!
This time, Lu Qingyu truly wept with excitement.
With reddened eyes, she raised her head to look at Mu Fan. "My sister—"
"No matter who you are."
"No matter what you came here for."
"No matter who your father is."
"Today..."
"I'm crushing you."
Guide's face was brimming with murderous fury. His pretended smile had vanished completely, and his expression was now as savage as a butcher's.
Behind him, an enormous convoy surged down the street toward them, a vast black mass!
Guide himself raised his right hand with a savage expression, gripping a pitch-black Heavy Hand Cannon!
The Elephant Eight particle hand cannon—this strange name meant... this weapon could blow an eight-ton elephant to pieces with a single shot!
The black muzzle of that hand cannon was aimed directly at Mu Fan's head.
On his own turf, an outsider had killed one of his men right in front of him. Did he still have any pride left?!
If the person above looked down on him for this, he might as well shoot himself.
Lu Qingyu, whose words had been cut off, shrank back in terror at the sight of Guide's murderous face and nearly fell.
This smiling tiger was the one who had nearly thrown her into that den of demons.
And now, the hand cannon, thick as half a fist, was aimed squarely at the two of them!
The killing intent in Mu Fan's