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Chapter 3950: Chapter 3950: Boss, He’s Out of Ammo
Inside the Western-style building.
"Boss, he’s out of bullets." The young man had finally forced Ye Wangchuan into a corner with no ammo and no supplies; their nerves, stretched tight to the limit, began to relax.
A bald, burly man watched his partners fall one by one beside him until there were only a dozen of them left. As soon as he relaxed, he couldn’t help tilting his head and spitting: "Tui, this punk is way too hard to deal with! If we didn’t have our people outside, I’m afraid we’d all be buried in here."
The young man let out the stale air from his chest, stared ahead, and said, "Yeah. If he still had bullets..." then tonight they’d be the ones turning from hunters into prey, and dying like that would be a fucking joke!
The bald man rubbed his palms together excitedly and urged him on: "Then what the hell are we waiting for? I’ve been pissed off all night, just waiting to grab this kid and give him the beating he deserves!"
The young man, on the contrary, glanced at him and said coolly, disapproving, "He’s a worthy opponent. Give him a quick death later."
"Tch!" The burly man was unimpressed, but for the sake of face still agreed reluctantly: "Since the boss said so, I’ll give him a quick one."
He muttered under his breath, "That’s really letting that kid off cheap."
At the same time, it was like Ye Wangchuan had already become something they held in the palm of their hands, someone they could crush anytime. Arrogance flickered in his eyes and brows as he jeered, "So what if he’s Zhui Guang’s man, he still has to die in our brothers’ hands. Looking at it this way, Red Alliance and Zhui Guang aren’t all that, at least when it comes to picking men they should learn from Assistant Jian. Our master is way better~"
"Enough." The young man cut off his smug rambling, his face grave, still paying close attention to the surroundings and keeping his mind on high alert. He warned, "It’s not over until the end. Anything can happen at any moment. Talk less and be careful. Let’s finish the job and get out of here."
The burly man lifted his gun and said carelessly, "He’s already out of bullets. If something still goes wrong, that’d be really something."
As they were talking, Ye Wangchuan reversed his grip on the gun, holding the barrel, ready to use the butt to smash the first person who rushed him, then snatch their weapon...
This move was extremely risky.
But he had no better option at the moment.
Because he really had fired his last round and had nothing left but close-quarters combat.
Their footsteps were getting closer and closer.
Ye Wangchuan’s usually arrogant face tightened with a rare hint of caution. He clenched the gun, the muscles in his forearm bulging as he primed himself to take down the first person to come at him with lightning speed.
Then, just when everyone was holding their breath, nerves taut, a huge kick to a door sounded from downstairs, abruptly shattering the tension in the air.
"Bang!"
The door Qiao Nian kicked flew into the wall and bounced back.
She didn’t even look back as she walked inside, heading straight up the stairs.
Tap, tap, tap.
The girl’s footsteps echoed in the hollow stairwell, every beat at that critical moment landing precisely on everyone’s heart.
One step, two steps.
The footsteps grew closer and closer.
The young man, the burly man, and the others exchanged glances, each seeing the same confusion in the other’s eyes.
"Who is it?"
"Is it one of ours?"
As the leader of this group, the young man had to keep his cool. He lowered his gun muzzle and said, "Everyone stay sharp. Be careful."
In this urgent, harsh atmosphere, no one was thinking about dealing with Ye Wangchuan anymore; they all wanted to see who the hell had just kicked the door in.
Privately, they assumed it was most likely their own people.