Mr. Ding sneered, "This old guy is really quite flamboyant."
Mu Qian said, "Just like Long Teng."
That man also paid great attention to appearance, it seemed to be a family trait.
As they got closer, Mr. Ding's voice turned heavy once more, "Time to stop them."
With that, he fired a shot into the sky, the sound of the gun breaking the night's silence, a fiery red light shooting straight up.
An Ying saw this signal flare, and shouted sharply in the darkness, "Fire."
The moment he spoke, gunfire erupted, a storm of bullets rained down towards Long Jing and his group.
"Be careful, scatter!"
Long Jing was the quickest to react, immediately shouting as those behind him swiftly ran towards cover, dispersing and hiding in the darkness in moments.
In such a hail of bullets, not a single person was hit.
An Ying was not surprised, it was merely a warning; he gestured, and the piercing gunfire quickly ceased.
