Soon, a series of gunshots rang out in the empty port, as intense as a battle between two nations.
In reality, the battle was indeed brutal, but of course, it was brutal for the people of Sakula Country.
None of them had fatal wounds, but at least one leg or arm of each of them had been shot through.
Just as they raised their long knives above their heads, pointing to the sky, they all clattered to the ground.
Even they themselves were all injured, their blood flowing from their bodies to the ground.
The blood quickly pooled together, filling the air with a pungent smell of blood.
Members of the Security Management Institute surrounded them from afar, capturing them all alive! They didn't even have a chance for seppuku.
Xiaogang hid in a shipping container, watching the scene through a gap in the door, sweat pouring down his body, soaking his clothes.
Then, he simply sat down, leaning against the container, gasping for breath, as if barely surviving a calamity.
