Mad Blade sneered coldly, his finger pulling the trigger, and bullets poured out mercilessly.
Ma Ying's body was instantly riddled with holes and became a sieve of blood.
His face was covered in blood as he fell to the ground, flailing.
Three Swords and the others were momentarily stunned, then also opened fire simultaneously.
A dozen Ma bandits had nowhere to escape and were killed on the spot.
Ma Ying's thick body kept twitching, blood gushing out, but he was not dead yet.
With his eyes full of despair, he looked at Mad Blade, his voice hoarse and indistinct.
"Why... don't you not kill prisoners? I... have surrendered..."
Mad Blade stepped on his face, the gun's muzzle directly aimed at his heart, eyes filled with killing intent.
"You're right, but Huaxia has a counter-terrorism unit that never leaves any survivors, wherever they go, grass doesn't grow!"
Ma Ying's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Mad Blade.
"You... you are the Evil Dragon..."
