Click, click.
The sound of bolts being pulled echoed continuously. Tang Feng looked at the people surrounding him with guns, his brain spinning rapidly, but he still couldn't think of a good solution.
Although he could take down one, or perhaps a few of them, there were forty to fifty people at the moment, all armed. Before he could kill a few, bullets would be lodged in his body.
So right now, for Ye Qiu, this was a dead-end street.
Just as Ye Qiu was preparing to fight to the death, ready to take a few down with him, a convoy suddenly arrived outside the large gate. The moment Liu Meng saw this convoy, his expression changed, and he hurriedly told those holding the guns, "Quick, quick, put them down."
Then he glared harshly at Ye Qiu, "Kid, you'd better not make any sudden moves, got it?"
Ye Qiu remained silent, watching the convoy drive in, secretly pondering who these people were to cause such a change in Liu Meng's expression.
