The shouting didn't stop, faces were flushed red, ears steaming, until—bang!
A gunshot rang out, and the lights from the surrounding searchlights illuminated the rotating metal bullets as if reflecting in a curved mirror, highlighting both sides of the stand-off.
It was unclear who had fired the shot, but from the direction of the Sela people's camp, it pierced into the exposed flesh of a raider.
After a moment of silence, his eyes bloodshot, he lifted his cannon-like revolver.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Flames erupted!
"tmd! Kill!"
This seemed to be a signal, instantly igniting the tense atmosphere between the confronting parties.
In an instant, roars and sinister laughter mixed with the sound of gunfire thundered in the ears, blood splattered, and raiders and Sela soldiers were suddenly fighting each other, bullets flying everywhere.
Ya Ro stared dumbfounded at the smoking pistol in Li Ming's hand.
That shot had not come from a raider, nor a Sela person, but from Li Ming.