"Brothers, kill him for me." The assassin shouted furiously, then lunged at Lin Mu.
But before they could make a move, gunshots rang out from behind.
"Anyone who takes another step forward, I will shoot them dead!" Liu Zhongyong shouted harshly from the rear.
That shout stopped the assassins who were about to rush forward, after all, the police still had five guns—shooting dozens of unarmed men would be like practice shooting at live targets, wouldn't it?
A few Lanzai were sensible enough not to doubt it; if they made a wrong move, these cops would definitely fire, after all, they were going to kill people earlier, so why wouldn't people kill them?
"Ha-ha, what's up? Weren't you cocky just now? Why aren't you cocky now? You chickened out?" Lin Mu chuckled and taunted the assassin.
The assassin glared at Lin Mu with bloodshot eyes but held back his impulse when he saw the five police officers aiming their guns. He knew that impulse is the Devil!
