Ding Haijing furrowed his brows.
"Something's not right," he said.
At this moment, Hu Xiangyong should have nothing left to ensure victory, because he was all alone against so many people. Guan Tiezhu, Luo Yongsheng, Old He, Old Lee, and Dai Gang—all of them were very skilled.
Surrounded by so many people, logically, he should have no choice but to surrender.
However, Hu Xiangyong seemed to become even calmer, standing there, scanning them with his swollen eyes.
"You're going to let these people capture me? Originally, I didn't want to kill anyone."
Hu Xiangyong had an air of composure, making Dai Gang and the others feel a bit uneasy. "But, Jiang Xiao, remember, these people will die because of you."
As he spoke, without anyone seeing him move, he retrieved two guns from his waist.
The guns were of a type that Ding Haijing and the others had never seen before, with longer barrels, and the front parts gleamed with gold, like two golden rings clasping them.
