"Come on!" Lin Mu beckoned indifferently.
As he spoke, dozens of Lanzai surrounding him, about forty or fifty, raised their guns, forming an inescapable net. Unless Lin Mu could fly, he would have no escape.
To ordinary people, faced with this setup, they'd probably be scared witless immediately. Unfortunately, Lin Mu was never ordinary and didn't even furrow a brow.
Seeing the situation, Zhu Ba grinned, "Haha, afraid you're doomed."
"Oh? Is that so?" Lin Mu was unimpressed, spreading his hands as he said, "But I should remind you, you're forming a circle. If the bullets miss me, they'll hit each other instead!"
As Lin Mu said this, the foolish Lanzai seemed to realize, indeed, if they open fire, they'll surely hit the opposite side. Damn, this realization dawned on them!
So the Lanzai looked at each other, exchanging glances; although their enemy was Lin Mu, he wasn't wrong.
