“Dale, I know you’re skilled in martial arts. Nevertheless, your skills are useless,” Ivano exclaimed as he pulled out a gun.
The other bikers also brandished their guns.
Dozens of guns were aimed at Dale and The Chanaean Brotherhood’s members, causing them to grow flustered.
Dale’s expression turned grim. If there was only one gun, he could avoid it easily. However, there was more than one gun pointing at them. There was no way he could avoid them all.
Ivano snickered icily as Dale and the others blanched in horror.
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