Roo flicked his wrist, and a shower of bullets sprayed toward them. The loyal henchn threw themselves in front of the three elders, their bodies seemingly impervious to the bullets.
"Are they wearing bulletproof vests?"
"What’s the plan, Mr. McMillian?"
"One was tough enough, but there are a hundred more."
"How did the boss manage to carry Carol back?"
"Did he find their weakness?"
"They’re immune to fists and bullets. What could their weakness be?"
Mr. Benson laughed heartily. "You’re all brave n. Why not join us at Mount Doom and plan a better future together?"
"Screw you," Jones spat contemptuously. "We wouldn’t join you if you were the last gang on Earth!"
"You want us to join you in your dirty business? Dream on!"
"And look at you, barely hanging on to life, yet you have the audacity to challenge us!"
Despite their insults, Mr. Benson continued to laugh, seemingly unfazed.
"Enough talk. Today, we’re going to make them pay for what they did to the boss!"
Soone stepped forward, and the others followed.
Roo watched as his n fell one by one, his eyes darkening.
"Did Rose forget to take her backpack when she returned?"
"What??" Jack, who was injured, didn’t understand why Mr. McMillian was worried about the boss’s backpack at this crucial mont.
The more severely injured Tom recalled, "I think so. The boss values that bag more than gold. She must have left it because she had no other choice."
Normally, the boss would pick up her backpack after a fight. But this ti, with her severe injuries and having to carry Carol back, she probably didn’t have the energy to pick it up.
Roo knew that even if Rose were seriously injured, she would still bring the backpack because it contained an acupuncture set given to her by her grandfather. Rose treasured it dearly.
"Mr. McMillian, is there a problem?" Jack asked, unable to decipher Roo’s dark expression.
"Shouldn’t we be figuring out how to defeat these guys? Other gangs are watching us from a distance, and we’ve already lost quite a few n!"
Roo thought Rose might have left her backpack, but she wouldn’t have left the acupuncture set.
Unless she couldn’t bring it back.
Why couldn’t she bring it back?
Was it broken?
Or did it serve another purpose?
What use could it have in that situation?
Suddenly, he rembered the first thing Rose said when she returned: "Head."
"Mr. McMillian? Mr. McMillian??" Jack was shocked that Mr. McMillian was still deep in thought at this critical mont. "Mr. McMillian, did you hear what I said?"
"Attack their heads. Use sharp objects, like needles or knives," Roo instructed his n.
Upon hearing this, Jack and Tom were stunned.
"Attack their heads?? Could it be? Their weakness was their heads?"
Suddenly, they rembered the words of the boss as if they understood sothing.
"I’ll give it a try!" Jack exclaid, rushing forward.
" too!"
Roo attacked their heads with his fists and noticed that their movents did slow down, but not by much.
Recalling the punch wound on Rose’s abdon, he deliberately slowed his movents, allowing one of the henchman’s fists to hit his stomach.
"Mr. McMillian!"
"Boss!!"
"Mr. McMillian, are you okay?"
The pain was so intense that a single punch had left the young girl writhing in agony. How much more painful must the wounds on her body be?
Roo’s heart felt as though it was being suffocated, his fist landing on the temple of an enemy soldier with all his might. The soldier, as if blinded, spat out blood.
The girl had dical knowledge, so she would pierce the acupuncture needles from her kit into these n’s heads, presumably targeting specific points. So points could control a person’s central nervous system. So could affect movent. So could control the coordination of hands and feet.
So, the points on the head were these n’s weakness?
Roo shared this discovery with the rest, and soon enough, they started to turn the tides. One by one, the enemy fell, especially when bullets pierced their temples. They fell like a mountain collapsing.
The three elders, realizing the situation was dire, rushed into the headquarters of the Inferno Clan.
"Today, we must take their heads to avenge our boss!"
"Follow into the fight!"
"Hold on."
Just as everyone was about to storm the Inferno Clan’s headquarters, Roo suddenly intervened.
"Watch out for traps."
The way the Inferno Clan operated was bound to be full of hidden dangers. Caution was key.
"Listen to Mr. McMillian."
"If it weren’t for Mr. McMillian, we wouldn’t have been able to turn the tide."
"Thank you, Mr. McMillian. You saved not only Mafia C’s brothers but also us."
"It was Rose who discovered their weakness."
And he — he had rely comprehended what the young girl had ant.
Thinking about how the young girl single-handedly fought so many freaks before unintentionally discovering this weakness, Roo’s heart ached once again.
Everyone followed behind Roo, cautiously moving towards the Inferno Clan’s headquarters.
At this mont, all the lights in the Inferno Clan were extinguished.
A cold wind blew past them, bringing chills.
"Darn, cowardly rats. If you have the guts, co out and face us!"
Just as Jack finished speaking, all the windows of the Inferno Clan’s headquarters shot out poison arrows. At Roo’s command, everyone quickly dodged.
Only a handful were injured. The others were fine.
Jack still wanted to go in, but Roo stopped him.
"There’s no need to waste ti."
He ordered everyone to retreat, retreat, and retreat even further.
So of his n beca anxious, thinking: Had Mr. McMillian lost his nerve, too scared to go in??
Victory was within reach. Were they going to watch those people gloat from inside?
They could storm in the next second and avenge their boss.
"Boss, shall we start?" Carl, seeing everyone had retreated far enough, asked.
Roo nodded, and soon, everyone heard the sound of a helicopter approaching.
The helicopter dropped tid explosives directly below, and within ten seconds, the entire Inferno Clan’s headquarters was leveled.
Thick smoke billowed, and flas surged.
Everyone was stunned by Roo’s move. Was he always this intense???
A few lucky survivors ran out from the thick smoke, only to be taken down by a trigger pull.
Seeing the fire burning in front of them and no more survivors coming out, Jack, who hadn’t expected to avenge his boss so quickly, turned and asked, "Mr. McMillian, shall we head back now?"
"No," said Roo calmly. "It’s not over yet."
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