"Kill him!"
At Gary's command, the Iron Fist Gang members immediately charged toward Chen Lun.
The lackeys in the courtyard had been silent, mostly already killed by this man.
He squinted, pondering.
He casually took out a cigar from the box, cut it, and lit it up.
"Aside from the big shots in the Inner City District, no one dares to talk to me like this..."
"Since you're so eager to seek death, I'll grant you your wish!"
Gary spoke slowly, puffing out smoke, looking unfazed.
He had faced men seeking revenge before, but those men had long since merged with the sewage in the drainage ditches.
Bang bang!
Two gunshots rang out.
The two Iron Fist Gang members who were in front fell to the ground.
The rest of the gang members were startled, halting their advance.
"A repeating firearm!?"
Gary's finger paused, fixating on the flintlock gun in Chen Lun's hand.
"Are you an Investigator from the Shelter?"
He rose slowly, his expression grave.