Upon hearing Fatty Pig's command, the hundred gunmen in the hall didn't hesitate for a moment. The Sterling submachine guns in their hands fired rapidly, "rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat."
From each gun barrel spurted bright red flames, and bullets rained down on Wang Yan like a torrential storm.
At a speed of 100 rounds per second, it only took an instant for bullets to completely surround Wang Yan from all directions.
Seeing this, Wang Yan was shocked too and thought to himself: What a powerful Zhuge Crossbow, stronger than any Zhuge Crossbow I've ever seen.
Facing such an overwhelming force of Sterling submachine guns, especially with bullets completely enveloping him, even Wang Yan found it impossible to break through such dense fire.
In this critical moment, Wang Yan's eyes widened, scanning around him. Suddenly, something caught his eye, and he had an idea. With a sudden shake of his body, he dashed to the golden brick in front of him.
