The burly man with a scar on his face, who looked like Frankenstein, said: "It's really hard for them to come all the way to die."

"Let me take care of them."

Wearing bearskin clothes and boots, the man with gray hedgehog hair excitedly pressed his fingers and said with a ferocious smile: "You are not allowed to interfere!"

After saying that, he slipped directly from the cliff dozens of meters high, and then walked carelessly towards the gangsters.

Seeing this, a gang leader took out his pistol, came to the man with a cold expression, pointed the gun at his chin, and asked: "Are you the ones who robbed the guests at the auction venue?"

"Hey!~"

The man smiled and replied: "That's right."

Bang!~

As soon as he finished speaking, a bullet was shot from the gun in the gang leader's hand, hitting the man in the face.

However, the man did not fall.

"Hey!~"

When he lowered his head, he still had a ferocious smile on his face. What was even more frightening was that the bullet that the gang leader had just shot was actually caught by his teeth!

Snap!~

The man slapped him, and the gang leader's neck twisted 360 degrees, and then hung down weakly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Haha!~"

The man spat out the bullet in his mouth, and then pounced on the gang members like a bloodthirsty beast.

Although there were more than a hundred black sticks present.

But the numbers and the weapons in their hands have no meaning at all in front of this man from the "Phantom Troupe".

Pistols, machine guns, sniper rifles, and even rocket launchers that can shatter tanks with one shot cannot harm this man.

And every time he waved his hand, he would take away the lives of several gang members.

This is not a battle, but a crazy massacre!
Chapter completed!