"Friend, why hide and sneak around? Come over for a chat."
Wu Xiaode's voice carried far and wide.
No one responded.
"With such a heavy murderous aura, did you really think you could hide?"
Wu Xiaode snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he leaped onto the surrounding wall, looking around vigilantly.
The cold wind blew.
The street outside was empty, with no one in sight.
Without any warning—
Boom!
Thunder exploded in the clouds.
Wu Xiaode suddenly dodged to the side.
A sniper bullet grazed his cheek and hit the tree behind him, passing through it and lodging into the signboard on the second floor of the martial arts school.
Little Shi screamed.
Qian Mingkui shouted, "Damn it, my signboard— What's going on, Brother Wu?"
Wu Xiaode slowly turned his head and glanced back into the martial arts school.
On the columns to the left and right of the entrance to the main hall of the martial arts school were engraved two lines of large characters: