"He's appeared, shoot him." Several members of the mafia who were lying in ambush immediately shouted.
Bang Bang Bang...
Bullets flew through the air like raindrops.
After a few quick steps, Lin Chuan instantly leapt up, rushing out of the window. However, the dense bullets seemed to follow him like his own shadow. As Lin Chuan rushed out of the window, the bullets almost grazed past his ears. It was truly like racing against Death itself. It felt terrifying, panic-inducing.
Lin Chuan grabbed the window frame with one hand, his body hanging in mid-air at the window, still able to smell the gunpowder from the bullets shot through the window.
With a single bound of his leg, Lin Chuan immediately jumped onto a nearby pillar, clinging onto it like a monkey, and with great agility, leaped towards another window quickly. In the blink of an eye, he rushed in.
