The corridor shook, the walls caved in, and plaster rained down from the ceiling. The five gunmen's bodies, looking as if they'd been hit head-on by a truck, lay scattered and bloody on the ground. As for the representatives of the five major powers and the two remaining gunmen, the shock and tremors had sent them sprawling to the floor.
They had heard tales about the terror such individuals could unleash, but they had never truly understood it until now.
This wasn't a man. He was like a god or a demon—a human weapon, a humanoid tyrannosaurus, a living cannonball!
Attacked one day, and the next he had already crossed the border, scaled a seventeen-story building, and come to their door—all by himself. What kind of man could do that?!
However, Yi Beidou's attention wasn't on them at all. The heavily wounded Mr. Guo was not yet dead.
He was going to finish him off.
His palms blurred into afterimages, raining down relentlessly on Mr. Guo's body.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
