"Don't rush!" Lu Dapao shook his head and said, "Wait until they're close, then we act."
"Alright." They nodded reluctantly.
Their brother died at the hands of these people, and they were naturally furious. But, the other side currently had guns. They had to kill them; if not, they would feel suffocated. Each one lay on the deck, their eyes filled with fierce anger. They seemed ready to pounce at any moment to kill the enemy.
Three armed men from the Hong Gate were moving slowly towards the dock. Although their opponents were arrogant, they were also somewhat cautious. The three took responsibility for three directions; if anyone appeared, they would shoot immediately, eliminating the opponent at the first opportunity.
"Closer, closer." Lu Dapao held a machete, lying at the front of the deck. As soon as the opponent dared to approach the dock, he would leap down and hack off the opponent's head, giving them a brutal lesson.
