BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets continued to fly. Chen Zheng waved his sleeve, and a gigantic barrier instantly materialized.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
The bullets struck the barrier and shattered on impact.
Chen Zheng looked at the men in black, grinning. "Your leader isn't cruel enough, is he? If he had led the team himself, none of you would have stood a chance against me today!"
Several men in black pleaded, their gazes filled with despair. "Ancestor Chen, please, spare us!"
"You're assassins, aren't you? Why not become mercenaries? Your rates wouldn't be any lower than those arms dealers—they might even be much higher. Your value far exceeds theirs," Chen Zheng chuckled.
"Ancestor Chen! We were wrong! We'll never dare to do it again!" the men in black shouted hastily.
"Where's your leader? Tell him to get out here!" Chen Zheng sneered.
"He... he... Ancestor Chen already crippled his arm..."
"What?"
