Jack the Ripper gripped a dark red dagger; Anluns summoned a slot machine; Urushibara Osamu, expressionless, flipped a card between his fingers; the hacker's hands were in his pockets, a data storm flickering in his eyes; the Bloodline let droplets of suspended blood flow from his fingertips; Andrew, contrary to his usual playful grin, solemnly opened the chamber and loaded a special red bullet into the sniper rifle.
Xia Pingzhou remained silent, glancing from the corner of his eye at the scene, thinking the madmen of the troupe seemed to truly plan on a desperate fight… but if his second unit were to be killed by Zhou Jiuya's wrath here, it would absolutely be a fatal blow to his plan.
"A gang of bandits who regard human life as worthless... yet value their comrades. So contradictory, laughably so."
Zhou Jiuya said nonchalantly, pulling a phone out of his Zhongshan suit pocket.
