C141 Being Kissed by the Strong!

Everyone present was dumbfounded. Ye Luo stood there, bare-chested, shoeless, clad only in pants with the legs rolled up. Where had that sword come from?

And with so many guns trained on him, what was he thinking by drawing a sword? Did he intend to combat firearms with cold steel?

"Shoot him, shoot him now!" Fong Qiong was the first to regain his composure