Crack!
With that crisp sound, a Red Stick had his neck twisted and broken by Long Yu.
The figure casually threw the body he held, like a Demon God.
In total, twenty-three people had started the massacre here; three had died along the way. Now, in less than two minutes, eleven had perished, including two Red Sticks.
Of the remaining nine, four were severely wounded, and only five were left able to fight. These five had run out of bullets and now surrounded Long Yu but dared not charge at him.
Long Yu paid no attention to the five men encircling him, his gaze turned to the not-too-distant Xiao Bai on the ground, preparing to step forward and kill him.
Just then, a rush of hurried footsteps sounded, and Long Yu turned his head slightly.
Li San had hurried over following the sounds he had heard.
"Get out of here!"
Xiao Bai, seeing Li San, initially froze, then loudly shouted, hoping Li San would leave.
He didn't believe Li San was a match for Long Yu.
