He also hid a specially made small pistol in his sleeve, the power of which even a martial artist might not be able to withstand.
Gu Yan looked in the mirror and touched his face. For some reason, he felt that he had suddenly lost weight. The thought of that incredibly pink and fragrant tongue made him shudder, and he quickly shook the thought off.
He wondered to himself, "Why doesn't that 'Secret Manual of Acacia' have any effect on strengthening yang?"
After leaving the group, he headed towards the factory. A few minutes later, with a bang, Gu Yan suddenly disappeared from his spot and reappeared by the wall.
Where he had just been standing, a bullet the length of a finger had pierced the road, instantly locking onto a direction and flying towards it.
Finally, a job has been done! It wasn't for nothing that I spared those three guys' lives. He's decided to rid the people of this scourge in the future, and this kind of organization will definitely be wiped out.
A man saw his target appear in another place as if by teleportation, and then disappear again, and his hair stood on end.
This was definitely not an ordinary martial artist; he turned and jumped out of the window, leaving behind all his equipment.
He had only run a few steps when he saw a person smiling at him in front of him, just like his long-lost younger brother.
Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.
"Little brother, big brother is finally..."
With a slap, Gu Yan turned that old face away, splashed water on it, and washed his hands with disgust. What a damn bad luck.
"Speak up, tell me which side you're on, how many people you have, and what your strength is," Gu Yan said, stepping on the old man's face.
"Ugh, big brother, could you please move the shelf away?" the man in his thirties said with difficulty.
Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, realizing he had forgotten about that, but the shoes felt good on his feet.
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