Chapter 723

"You may have your tricks and traps, but how do they measure up against my gun? What else have you got? Run out of moves, haven't you? Hahaha…" Lance gripped his gun tight while laughing maniacally. "Since you're fighting to the death anyway, there's no need to keep you alive. I'll put a bullet through your head and send the photo back to Ms. Shaw!" Just as Lance finished speaking, he heard several muffled impacts of bullets entering flesh. The previously smug Lance watched in horror as his remaining five men silently collapsed, each with a red dot between their eyes. "Silenced guns?" Lance turned around in terror, only to see a group of people entering the yard. They were wearing martial arts robes. The group consisted of both men and women. The word "Wright" was sewn in cursive on each of their robes. Their leader was a burly middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. His rough demeanor and bearing gave him that rugged look. Unlike the contemptuous look on his