Imamura Masafumi laughed heartily, brazenly mocking and humiliating Aoyama Xiu Xin, as if he felt he had won a certain kind of victory.
But Aoyama Xiu Xin didn't really care.
After all, just as Imamura Masafumi said, there were no other people here, today's events wouldn't get out, and no one would know about his selfish, cowardly side.
The public would only know him as a high-ranking hero who was still willing to take risks alone to save others.
Everyone would only admire, esteem, and support him.
"Come out! Come out for me!" Imamura Masafumi shouted frantically while firing wildly and throwing Guangzi aside, "How can Governor Henglu die at the hands of a scoundrel like you! Aoyama Xiu Xin, get out here!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin didn't say a word; if the opponent only had two guns, he would dare to make a bold move relying on his excellent physical fitness, but the opponent had four guns.
