The battle array had long been dispersed, and everyone was fighting for their own lives. In the gaps, bandits also approached the carriage.

"Kill!" the senior manager shouted, and swung the knife in his hand fiercely.

No matter whether the posture is right or not, or whether you are professional or not, it doesn’t matter so much nowadays, as long as you can hit people.

The bandit dodged, but was hacked to death by the guards who arrived in time.

The manager breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment a strong wind blew from behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a bandit appear from nowhere, raising his knife and slashing down at him with a vicious smile.

At this angle and speed, he couldn't avoid it, and the guards next to him were also entangled by other people and couldn't be rescued.

Now he's dead.

Is this how he died?

Not bad.

The senior manager felt his mind go blank, but he seemed to have no fear.

Is this what it feels like to be dying?

But the next moment there was a loud shout, and a wooden stick flew out of the car and pierced the chest of the brigand like lightning.

With a snap, the knife and the bandit fell at the feet of the executive, and the knife was barely grazing the edge of the executive's shoe.

This is...

The senior manager looked over and saw Lei Zhonglian jumping out of the car. In his hand he was still holding the wooden stick that had pierced the bandit, and in the other hand he was also holding a wooden stick. He was still standing on the frame, his body leaning sideways, but he did not look funny. Instead, he looked majestic.

The senior manager's mouth twitched.

"Lao Lei, you're not bad." He said with a somewhat stiff voice.

Before he finished speaking, Lei Zhonglian jumped out of the car.

"Children, your Master Lei is here." He shouted hoarsely, threw down the stick in his hand, picked up two long guns from the ground, and rushed towards the thieves while shouting.

The senior management was shocked.

What is Lei Zhonglian, a useless man who hasn't touched a knife or gun in fifteen years, doing?

"Is he crazy?" he murmured.

If you are crazy, then be crazy. Now you will either be killed or die together with the bandits because of your madness.

It's worth dying like this.

The thought of managing the affairs of the city flashed through his mind, and then his eyes widened.

Lei Zhonglian, holding two guns, rushed into the crowd. He was not immediately hacked to death by the random knives. Instead, the two guns in his hands danced with a bright light.

This light is as dazzling as a lotus in full bloom. And just like a lotus, it can only be viewed from a distance and not touched.

The cold light swept past, and everyone it touched fell to the ground.

I have heard of it but never seen it before. There is really someone who can wield two guns and launch a torrential attack.

"This is the Double Gun Hualien." The senior manager muttered as his scalp tingled again.

Zhu Zan took back the knife from a bandit and stared at Lei Zhonglian.

"Oh my god!" he said, "It seems that he was given more money to buy his life."

Lei Zhonglian could no longer see anyone else. All he could see were these ferocious bandits.

The spear in his hand was not the pair of spears given to him by his master, but so what. His hands could now wield any spear.

Fifteen years.

His hand has been disabled for fifteen years, but he has never stopped practicing shooting in these fifteen years.

Every night when it was quiet, he would dance again and again in the carriage and horse yard, his right hand falling down countless times due to blood stagnation and lack of spirit, until finally even the cows, horses and donkeys got used to hearing him and ignored him.

He didn't know why he did this or what the point of doing this was.

He could no longer escort the convoy. He could no longer kill the enemy or take revenge.

Why on earth did he jump up again and again in the middle of the night, swinging his spear like crazy until he was exhausted?

Now he knew. God had made him prepare and wait for the day of justice.

Now justice has come.

In the carriage. Long golden needles pierced into his arm little by little, densely packed from his shoulder to his fingers, his fingers connected to his heart, the pain was heart-wrenching, but it was like a little flame ignited in his body, his entire arm was burning.

"Burn, just this once."

The woman spoke softly.

"You've thought it through."

Of course he has thought about it.

With his reconfirmation, the woman pulled out the last gold needle.

Take a step forward, bend your waist, and turn left and right.

First shot, second shot.

One person, two people, three people.

Pierce the throat, pierce the heart, and penetrate the back.

His body and his gun turned into virtual shadows, and the sound of the gun hitting flesh and blood continued, just like a puffing musician playing the strings with skillful technique; his movements were smooth and he and the piano were one.

"Brother! You are awesome!"

"Brother, I'm here to help you."

"Kill him."

The shouts of his fellow disciples seemed to echo around him, and countless figures were also interweaving, swinging knives and guns to kill thieves.

That time they were deceived and caught off guard, attacked from both sides, and were defeated and killed before the battle even started.

This time they finally have a chance to try again.

There were wails everywhere, and wherever the gunshots went, people were either dead or injured. The wounds on the fallen bandits' bodies were stabbed in and out so quickly that blood gushed out like blooming flowers.

At some point, the guards here all stopped. Even Zhu Zan did not swing his knife when facing the bandit who rushed in front of him. Instead, he kicked him. The bandit staggered and happened to be next to Lei Zhonglian. The shadow of the gun swept over him, and he knelt on the ground with a thud and did not move.

"It's as gorgeous as fireworks." Fang Chengyu exclaimed.

The curtain of the carriage was opened when Lei Zhonglian jumped out, and Fang Chengyu and Miss Jun could clearly see the scene outside.

To be honest, the scene was not a pretty one, with corpses strewn all over the ground and the stench of blood filling the air.

"To be this gorgeous, even if it's only for a moment, is enough." Fang Chengyu continued.

Miss Jun smiled.

"You will be rotten for a long time." She said, "I promised you to cure you, not to make you rotten for a moment. I will not give you a chance to destroy my reputation."

Fang Chengyu smiled.

Lei Zhonglian's madness crushed the last bit of courage the bandits had held on to. They could no longer bear the casualties and finally fled in defeat.

But Lei Zhonglian was so bloodthirsty that he did not even let these people escape.

"Leave some alive." The other guards had to remind them to protect the bandits who knelt down to surrender.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, all the bandits in the valley were killed or wounded, and the remaining ones were restrained by the guards with knives and guns.

"Not bad."

Zhu Zan led his men to quickly count the items and roughly came to a conclusion of the outcome of the battle.

"When the bandits arrived, there were about a hundred of them. Now, 76 are dead, 11 are seriously injured, 13 are captured alive, and those who escaped are negligible."

He looked at the guards whose clothes were torn and bloodstained, and he expressed his admiration generously.