"The sky is falling—brothers, draw your weapons, flash the signal! Set up the incense hall before Yama Hall, hand over the life-and-death post if you're brothers!"
The man with gold inlaid teeth changed his expression dramatically and shouted as he tried to flee.
Zhang Tiankui had taken people and escaped, and the experts in the gang all went to pursue and kill him, so Kong Hui couldn't be bothered to remind them.
Only now did he realize that the matter had been exposed.
These pugilistic world slangs were signals that there was no turning back, a fight to the death.
Unfortunately, he had only taken two steps when the experts from the Captain Bureau threw an iron chain, wrapping it around his neck, dragging him into the formation like a dead dog, and tying him up like a sausage.
Clang!
At the same time, the doors and windows at the top of the warehouse were all smashed open, and dozens of black gun barrels poked out.
