Li Yan's upper body remained still as he kicked upward beneath the table.
Bang!
Zhou Dayong was kicked directly in the abdomen, flying backward.
"Be careful on the roof..."
Sha Lifei chuckled lightly, not even bothering to look as he pulled the trigger toward the rooftop.
Bam——!
With a loud bang, dust and tiles came crashing down.
Also falling were two young men wielding knives.
These were just ordinary villagers, so Li Yan and his people held back. But the two who fell still had ferocious expressions, charging at them with their knives.
"Courting death!"
A murderous gleam flashed in Sha Lifei's eyes. He no longer held back, drawing his knife and swinging it left and right.
Dealing with these regular people, he couldn't be bothered to waste more ammunition.
A strong young man who lunged first was slashed open at the chest, but what gushed out was not hot blood, but a mass of tangled, wet gray-white silk, still twitching violently.
Bam!
