The faces of the people around turned grim; no one expected this scene to unfold.
Looking at the bullet casings on the ground, then at Tang Zhong among the casings, their faces grew even darker.
Just moments ago, bullets had rained down—how did this guy manage to evade them?
Unbelievable!
The black gang leader scowled fiercely and immediately grabbed his gun, shouting furiously: "Die!"
In that instant, the gun barrel spewed flames again, and the other Gatling guns came alive, but this time, Tang Zhong moved faster than all of them.
He surged forward like a lightning bolt.
In an instant, the Tang Sword in his hand began to swing.
His footwork was even faster.
He seemed to transform completely into motion itself.
He weaved through the crowd.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—darting rapidly; one moment he was inside the tavern, and in the next, he might be atop the roof.
Wherever he moved, not a sound was heard.
