"Heh, you haven't considered, have you? A Level 2 Professionist's muscles provide defensive power even better than a bulletproof vest, not to mention their protective suit! How could a weapon meant for common thugs possibly kill a Level 2 Professionist? Do you really think Professionists are made of clay?"
Sun Aotian was tongue-tied and didn't say a word.
"What about the captives?" Wen Yu asked Sun Aotian.
Sun Aotian pointed to the opposite room. "They're all in there, along with three pale-faced guys. I didn't search the rest of the place too closely!"
Wen Yu nodded.
"Old Sun, go check for any survivors or anyone who might have slipped through the net."
Having just finished digging bullets out of Sun Aotian, Sun Ruixing immediately drew his weapon and headed upstairs.
"Everyone inside, come out. I have a few questions," Wen Yu's calm voice echoed.
A defiant shout came from inside the room.
"If you've got the guts, you damn well come in! I still have a—"
