Inside the Staff Department's office hall, the walls were shattered, tables and chairs overturned, and looking around was like a scene of devastation.
Severed limbs were everywhere, and even the fallen documents on the ground were soaked with blood.
The air was thick with the smell of blood, so strong it seemed to almost become tangible.
From the moment Lv Bai tore through the encirclement, within just a few minutes, only five or six scattered people were left standing in the scene.
Yan Zhiquan looked at the corpses everywhere, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Lü... Brother Lü, can we talk?"
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Lv Bai stopped his action, slowly raised a pair of eagle pistols in his left hand, aiming at Yan Zhiquan.
With a smile still on his face: "If the next nine bullets in my gun all jam, then we can talk."
Facing the dark barrel, Yan Zhiquan's heart instantly sank.
Although he noticed that the Mauser occasionally had no bullets, it's unrealistic to think it would jam nine times in a row.
