Chapter 69

The table was casually overturned, glassware crashing to the floor, shattering into countless shards. The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder, and the lights in the ceiling flickered, intermittently dimming and brightening.

The battle was imminent, with Lin Mo hidden behind a sturdy piece of debris, his eyes barely visible as he stared intently at Brutus, the man in front of him.

This large, bear-like, or rather, pig-like man, held a delicate woman with his left hand while his right hand, though missing a palm, still had a grenade launcher system protruding from it, a constant threat.