C1081 I like to Keep Firing

Everyone relaxed a little when they heard that.

They had brought a large group of underlings. Even if they died every round, it would be enough to kill more than a dozen rounds.

"Alright, let's begin."

The old master nodded and took out a box filled with bullets.

When everyone saw the thick bullets, their hearts were still pounding.

If they were shot, their heads would probably fart