As soon as that realization dawned upon Lancelot, he spun on his heel. While fleeing, he shouted at the guards, “Fire! Everyone, fire! Kill him!”
The guards were all stunned for a moment. Huh? Xylon isn't dead yet, no?
Following the thought of the man's attitude toward those who committed mistakes, however, the guards' hesitation vanished into thin air.
Bullets whizzed out of all the gun muzzles in concert, forming an intersecting firepower net, trapping Donald within.
Surprisingly, the bullets were blocked off by the wind pressure around the man.
In the face of such intense wind pressure, they could not penetrate at all, let alone injure Donald.
Needless to say, Lancelot was aware that firearms were useless against Donald at the man's level.
He only gave the order to open fire for the guards to buy him time to escape.
As long as Donald maintained the wall of air pressure in defense, he would have an extra spark of hope for making it out alive.
Undeniably, he thought fast on his feet. Regretfully, Donald's voice rang out behind him before he had even gotten out of the firearms warehouse.
“Why are you running so fast? Did I say you could leave?”
The man's voice had all the hairs on him stand on end.
When did this brat get behind me? And how could he be so fast?
Without even thinking about it, Lancelot instinctively whirled around and flung a wind blade over.
Unfortunately, the wind blade in Donald's hand was a step ahead of him. He had only turned halfway when it chopped his head off clean.
After eliminating Lancelot and the guards, Donald took out a piece of tissue and wiped the blood off his body.
Walking out from the shadows, Billy dropped to a knee on the ground and awaited the man's orders.
“Have you found out what Susan is doing?”
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