Sean took a glance around the place.
The six people in the unit froze at the sight of their visitors.
"Where did you come from? Why the hell did you kick down our door?"
Two men immediately got up, wanting to teach Sean a lesson.
However, Sean stepped up and punched each man in the throat.
Both men immediately fell to the ground with foam in their mouths. The punch would not kill them, but they could not speak or move.
The four remaining men saw this, and panic instantly appeared in their eyes.
"Damn it. Something's not right!"
"This guy's no joke. Get the weapons!"
The four men went to grab the firearms under the dining table.
Sean knocked down two men with one punch each before they could take out their firearms.
The remaining two men each held a firearm in one hand.
One of them got knocked down by Sean while trying to turn off the safety.
There was a click, and the remaining guy, who had turned off the safety, aimed the gun at Sean's head.
The guy's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He gripped the firearm in his hand.
"Bastard, die!"
The man yelled and was about to pull the trigger on Sean.
However, he was still too slow.
The moment he pulled the trigger, Sean's hand caught his firearm.
The man gritted his teeth. "You're grabbing it with your bare hands, aren't you? Alright, I'll shoot through your head with your hand!"
However, the man did not expect Sean to squeeze the firearm into a ball of scrap iron.
Squeezing a firearm into a ball required a lot of strength. The man's pupils instantly constricted at the sight of it.
He stared blankly at it, unable to believe his eyes.
"How is that possible? How can someone be so strong?"
The next thing he knew, Sean had grabbed his head and slammed it into the dining table.
There was a crash, and the dining table fell apart. The man also injured his head.
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