A pickup truck carrying four or five people shouting profanities sped down the concrete road in front of the brickyard, firing a few shots symbolically behind them as the headlights were about to reveal Su Huan's position.
This should be another wave from the East City Association to draw enemy fire.
Thinking for a moment, Su Huan stepped back, hiding in the shadows.
"How can these bastards have such intense firepower?! Charge once more, I swear I don't believe it!"
The Dragon Head tore off his tattered clothing, revealing a skin of iron-gray muscular flesh, much like workers who regularly carry cement bags, with his solid muscles exhibiting finger-sized bullet holes. With a slight exertion, two bullets were squeezed out.
Upon hearing this, the subordinates turned pale, exclaiming in shock, "Dragon Head, we're just supposed to draw fire, not engage in a firefight!"
Just then, a subordinate drove by in a car, exclaiming in terror, "Run, those foreigners brought out the cannons!"
