Tie Zhuzi had been following Xiang Yu for so long that he naturally understood what Xiang Yu meant. He stepped out with the gun in his hand, first kicking the weapons on the ground to the side. After finding a good spot, he fired a shot at one of the men.
The bullet blasted the man's head into a gory mess. At such close range, it would've been impossible for Tie Zhuzi to miss.
The gunshot echoed, and the four men kneeling there froze, dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? Could their intel have been wrong?
In the eastern world, people tended to be merciful. Surrender, and most people would choose to let you live.
But things seemed far more complicated now.
Even as they clung to hope, none of them dared to move as they knelt there.
Tie Zhuzi, seeing that these four men weren't budging, let out a chuckle and walked over to another man.
Without any hesitation, he blew that man's head apart too.
