Four men in black, armed with AK-47s and wearing black masks, stood menacingly on either side of the gate.

"Bang!"

"Da da da..."

A crisp gunshot rang out, followed by the sound of automatic rifle fire, shaking the air in the casino.

"Robbery!"

The gamblers, just realizing what was happening, screamed and frantically rushed towards the door.

The four robbers guarding the entrance of the casino raised their AK-47s and opened fire on the ceiling.

"Da da da..."

The crowd surging towards the main entrance screamed in panic again.

At this moment, everyone in the casino realized that they had been robbed—a premeditated robbery of a casino ship.

Lin Dong and his group were not far from the exit.

Given his current strength, he is absolutely confident that he can take care of the four robbers at the door.

He might escape, but he can't guarantee the safety of those around him.

After all, bullets have no eyes, and no one else has his abnormal speed.

Besides, is it really safe to escape from the casino?

He guessed that the number of robbers was definitely more than the 50-plus people in the casino.

The ships outside are presumably under the control of the robbers' accomplices.

Lin Dong, Jiang Zhongfa, and the other two exchanged glances and disappeared into the panicked crowd.

"Listen up, everyone! Get down on the spot!"

"I'll count to ten, and anyone still running around like that will get a bullet!"

"10, 9, 8..."

At that moment, a hoarse male voice rang out from the spacious gambling hall.

A tall man, at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black mask and a black overcoat, was standing on a small stage in the center of the casino.

He gripped a silver jungle revolver in his right hand and held a megaphone in his left, coldly counting down:

"...3, 2, 1."

The countdown is complete.

Beside the stage, a woman in her fifties, with her bloated body, was running toward another bald man not far away.

"bump!"

The woman was just a few meters away from her husband.

But the next second, her head, like a watermelon that had been cracked open, gushed out bright red sap.

Ah~

A series of terrified screams erupted from all around.

The noblewoman's head was half shattered, her eyes wide with terror, before she collapsed to the ground.

Her bald husband sobbed, terrified, and collapsed to the ground, a wet puddle of urine flowing from his crotch.

"Who else dares to make a move? This is what will happen to him."

The man in the black trench coat on the stage casually blew a breath at the still-smoking Jungle pistol.

Blackface, leader of the Blackface organization.