At this moment, even Nakamura Huaxiong was going to curse.
What the hell, does Zhang Fan that bastard have wires on him or something?
He's been suspended in the air for twenty seconds.
Dammit, if you don't come down, how do we get up there?
The most crucial point is that at Zhang Fan's current height, they absolutely can't reach him.
What to do?
Watching Zhang Fan continuously throwing coins far away, Nakamura Huaxiong suddenly slapped his forehead.
Damn it!
They're ninjas, and specialized assassination ninjas at that, they also have proficiency in hidden weapons!
"Darts!" Nakamura Huaxiong suddenly shouted coldly.
In an instant, the other nine people also suddenly froze.
The next moment, they put their katanas back on their backs and reached into their chests with both hands.
Each of their palms had three darts appear!
Swish, swish, swish!
The darts directly flew towards Zhang Fan.
