But the ones still alive kept attacking Lin Beichen, trying again and again to rush him and take him out.
Yet Lin Beichen was like a war god holding a pass alone against ten thousand men—just him standing there became a solid defensive line.
More thugs wanted to charge up and finish Lin Beichen, but every time someone rushed in, they were instantly turned into a sieve.
Now everyone only dared to shoot from a hundred meters away, but even so, they still couldn't bring this man down.
"You idiots, don't you know how to use grenades? Don't you know how to blast him hard with a rocket launcher? I don't believe he's made of Steel Bones!"
The boss was so furious he was jumping up and down.
As the ruler of Arnold Town, he'd never imagined the small town he'd painstakingly run for years would be destroyed by these nobodies who showed up out of nowhere.
He absolutely couldn't accept that the foundation he'd built with such difficulty was being burned to ashes by this ghost-like bastard.
