"I won't sign!" Ling Tian'ao roared.
With guns in both hands, he peeked out from the wall and fired continuously, bang bang bang.
This was Dylan's lair, no less.
On his own, he wasn't even sure if he could make it out alive!
No, he had to make it out alive!
In his mind was the image of that woman laughing playfully in his arms.
If he didn't return before nightfall, that woman would be worried sick!
If something really happened to him, how would she survive alone!!
Thinking of Xia Zhisu, Ling Tian'ao's entire body surged with energy. He stepped out directly, firing relentlessly at the men rushing toward him.
One came, one died. Two came, two died.
Ling Tian'ao's eyes were blazing red with fury.
Screams of agony echoed one after another!
Grabbing a fresh weapon from one of the fallen guards, Ling Tian'ao ducked behind a stone pillar.
More and more men. He could not only see them but hear them closing in!
