Zuo Jing couldn't possibly be truly scared by Chen Ming's appearance. Immediately, a security captain holding an electromagnetic rifle shouted at Chen Ming, "Stop!"
The others quickly aimed their guns at Chen Ming's forehead.
"Hands up! Kneel down! Crawl over slowly!"
Chen Ming's mouth twitched, his feet exerted force, and with a soul-piercing sonic boom, he vanished instantly from the spot.
"He..."
Before the startled crowd could react to Chen Ming's sudden disappearance, he had already dashed into the center of the crowd surrounding him outside.
At this moment, Chen Ming didn't even make any attacking move; he simply collided into them.
Just from this, severed limbs and blood began to fly amid the crowd.
Screams and gunshots erupted everywhere.
But none of Zuo Jing's members could hit Chen Ming with their guns, instead hitting their own people more often.
Even if by some luck they did hit him, there was no effect at all.
