Hot Temper And Fists
Editor: Efydatia
As they were speaking, the sound of synchronized footsteps was heard and several hundred soldiers in identical kits came rushing over, wielding submachine guns.
The soldiers stood on either side of them. Although they didn't say anything, their jet-black gun muzzles gave off a dangerous vibe.
Hot weapons like these particular submachine guns might have slowly become ineffective against D-grade or higher dire beasts, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a use for them anymore.
Luo Yunyang and the other martialists didn't have any chance of resisting so many submachine guns.
"Rioting is prohibited in Base 7. Anyone who defies the army will be shot!" a stern-looking officer who gave off an ice-cold vibe said frostily.
A lot of people could feel an intense killing intent radiating from him. This sort of killing intent made them feel unable to resist.