943 Invitation

Wung!

The generator of the Gatling gun buzzed in its unique sound; six gun barrels were slowly spinning.

In less than a second, the bullet storm from the six-barrelled Gatling gun could rip the figure in the shadows to shreds.

While the six gun barrels were pointed at him, the figure in the shadows made a wise choice to walk out.

"Pardon me, it seems like my appearance has caused you to misunderstand but I mean no harm." The person raised his hand up.

"Meaning no harm isn't just something you say with your mouth," Lawless laughed coldly.

A single glance from his sharp eyes allowed Lawless to see through the fakeness in the person.

After all, compared to what he experienced from Broker, it was far from decent.

It was like a lvl 1 and lvl 99 comparison but still hateful and disgusting regardless of the levels.

"You see, I am just a messenger. Please don't put a petty figure like me in a difficult position."