Zhang Tiankui's back muscles suddenly tightened, drawn like a bowstring.
This was a sign of the Dragon Spine exerting strength.
No one had ever dared to speak to him this way in all his years in the Jinmen underworld.
An evil air surged in Zhang Tiankui's heart, and he glanced at the few people blocking his way.
Although they all had new-style flintlocks at their waists, a mere seven steps away, with his skills, he could twist the necks of these three before the guns went off and use their bodies to block the firearms above, breaking through the encirclement.
However, the faint, cold aura from the depths of the cargo hold felt like a snake's tongue licking at his nape.
Zhang Tiankui's Adam's apple bobbed as he forcibly suppressed the intent to kill. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled, "Brother Wang She, as expected, you are thorough."
