"No wonder this guy is so arrogant; turns out he has a motorcycle that fast."
Watching the gunman in a trench coat and sunglasses riding the motorcycle with one hand, leaving the camp's pursuing troops far behind while occasionally turning back to fire a few shots, Wang Zhifan realized that this sudden battle was probably reaching its conclusion.
After all, by this time, the camp's people had a basic understanding of the gunman's strength. They had dispatched the units with the highest defense to withstand the gunman's firepower and continuously harass him; the archers at the rear were hidden, shooting without giving him a chance to retaliate. Although overall, they were still being toyed with by the gunman on the motorcycle, there were no more casualties.
