Old Chen quickly stepped back, turning his head abruptly.
He saw that the man wearing the clown mask was staring at him intently across the chaotic battlefield.
The feeling was like being targeted by a venomous cobra, sending chills down his spine.
At that moment, a cry of pain echoed not far away.
It turned out Fire Dragon, in his frequent evasions, finally exposed a flaw, getting his thigh hit by a bullet from Eagle Eye, blood gushing, stumbling in his step.
The Masked Guest's attention was immediately drawn to the battle there, his gaze suddenly becoming incomparably sharp.
He raised his hands, his fingers forming a grip.
An invisible wave of telekinesis surged forth.
"Whoosh!"
A rusty abandoned steel pipe nearby rose into the air as if out of nowhere, like a javelin tearing through the air, straight at Eagle Eye who was still aiming.
"Eagle Eye, watch your head!"
