Chapter Two Hundred Seventeen: It's You Who Should Give Me an Explanation

There were now about forty to fifty people on the transfer ship who belonged to one faction, crowding a narrow corridor so tightly that not a trickle of water could have passed through. The dark muzzles of guns were pointed directly at Gao Yang and his companions, creating a situation that was naturally extremely detrimental to them. However, as soon as Frey flashed the rocket launcher and grabbed a hand grenade, the stakes immediately changed.

Frey and Bruce each shouldered a rocket launcher, one in front and one behind, aiming at the ceiling above the corridor. If either of them had a shaky hand that fired off a rocket, it couldn't be said with certainty that the crowded group would be annihilated—but a great number of casualties would certainly result. Moreover, Frey was also holding a hand grenade with the pin pulled out, ready to explode in three seconds if he let go. At the very least, a few more would be joining the dead.