The gunfire stopped, and the security's attack also ceased. Everyone was stunned by Luo Zheng's fierce tactics; no one dared to step forward. Facing the dense gunfire ambush, he handled it effortlessly. Wouldn't going up bare-handed be seeking death? Luo Zheng coldly stood up from under the platform, his sharp gaze sweeping the room. Suddenly, he saw a group rushing in from the entrance, each wielding machetes and iron rods, covered in tattoos, shouting loudly, and moving quickly.
Luo Zheng couldn't understand who these people were, but from the look of them, they weren't good people. Without hesitation, he aimed at them. Seeing they didn't hold back, quickly dispersed and charged recklessly forward with a death-defying demeanor, Luo Zheng's face darkened and he swiftly fired, the bullets once again attacking their thighs without taking deadly shots.
