Ning Jie looked at Brother Wolf, who was kneeling on the ground. To be honest, he really couldn't summon any interest in this kind of character.
The dozen or so men around him—to put it conservatively—if every single one of them had a weapon in their hands, taking on ten men each would be an absolute breeze.
If things really came to blows, it would be like walking straight into the muzzle of a gun. These men were the very founding ancestors of gunplay.
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