Inside the Powder Wine House, Lan Zuo's gaze swept from side to side, arcs danced across his body.
The moment Roger's Gun disappeared, Lan Zuo realized something was wrong. He quickly connected the internal conflict among the snipers and the mysterious disappearance of Roger's Gun in his mind, realizing he was being blamed, taking the fall for a big mess.
Looking at those dozens of menacing eyes around him, Lan Zuo knew that if he couldn't escape quickly, he'd have no chance with Roger's Gun. Forget about making the top five in Pirate Reputation; he only had two to three sentences worth of 'explanation' opportunity.
In the past, Lan Zuo would have scoffed at explaining, but now these lone wolves weren't weak; if they teamed up to besiege him, he might die here.
Thinking about this, Lan Zuo's hatred for the sniper surged; he wanted nothing more than to devour him alive.
Stay calm!
This was the first thought that appeared in Lan Zuo's mind.
