In the oppressive growl, the excited and cruel eyes of the two Night Hunters.
A burly figure had just stepped out from behind the Big Leaf Grass when a spiral-patterned bullet instantly pierced through his head.
The entire head, along with the neck, exploded into debris.
Without uttering even half a word, the hefty figure thudded to the ground.
The two shorter figures behind were instantly frozen in place with fright.
Another gunshot sounded, and the last figure stood still... half of his body blown apart.
At this moment, the person in the middle woke up from a dream, wanting to escape, but the immense fear scared him so much that his legs turned to jelly.
He wanted to leave but couldn't even move his legs.
He was merely a merchant, just a businessman trying to escape with his belongings under the attack of competitors.
Now he sat crying and begging on the cold jungle mud, loudly pleading for mercy from all around.
"Tsk tsk..."
