"That's not right, there's still someone here!"
Tie Mountain hadn't vented his anger yet, seeing Giggs standing in the field like an immovable mountain.
Since the beginning of the fight, Giggs hadn't moved an inch after being targeted by the gunman.
He seemed like the weakling of the team.
"Hmph, your teammates are all cowardly wimps. They've abandoned you!"
Tie Mountain approached Giggs.
Giggs was 1.85 meters tall, thin and lanky. But in front of the giant Tie Mountain, he looked completely unimposing, like a floating reed in a storm.
An average person facing such an iron tower would probably be so scared that they'd lose all fighting spirit.
Yet Giggs showed no emotion. His indifferent and vacant expression persisted for a long time.
From the start of the battle to the end, it seemed like nothing was related to him.
But Tie Mountain and the gunmen deeply understood that the terrifying booms earlier were all the work of this skull-headed man.
