Face-Slapping System

The security level of the whole place had risen for at least a level when the men around became serious with their search. However, at the same time that it had increased, it had also become weak due to the fact that they were now more scattered against each other, providing Roland and the other three to strike and dwindle their numbers slowly.

With their current level, taking three and four mortals at once in a single instance was not a problem.

With this, perhaps, there was no need to act using the gun at all.

However, just to be sure, Roland still bought a Precision Skill on the System store for fifteen face-slapping points. This skill allowed him and the battle guards to have a hundred percent precision on their shots. Aside from that, in order to get the best of the skill, he also complimented it with Level 1 Gun Knowledge for ten face-slapping points, maximizing his efficiency with using guns.

After that was settled, he separated with the others once again as they proceeded to take out the patrolling men little by little without the knowledge of the others.

When Razor and his crew realized this, their numbers had already lessened to less than twenty people. At least half of them disappeared without a trace. They realized that they must have been taken down by the enemy who intruded the base.

Realizing this point, Razor gnashed his teeth in anger and slammed the table so hard that it broke into two. He recalled everyone immediately and gathered them in one place.

At this point, he realized that the enemy was not as simple as he initially thought. It looks like they were not idiots who stumbled upon his base and decided to attack it.

For him, a cultivator for not being able to sense them even after some time, it could only mean that the intruders were very strong as well. There was a high chance that they were cultivators who are as strong as him but have great concealing and assassination techniques.

This time, Razor realized his mistake. Even though there was not any heaven energy here in this place, and even though none of the people here can cultivate, it doesn't equally mean that cultivators who came from higher grade cities won't come and play here just like him.

Razor decided to get serious upon realizing that he was facing a formidable opponent.

He gathered everyone who remained from his troop at the huge space inside his mansion as he roared ragefully, "Get out there you fucking bastard! Face me head on if you dare!"

Hearing that, Roland could only twitch his lips in regret. It was unfortunate that Razor and his men had noticed the anomaly too soon, or else, Roland and the others might have taken down all the mortal level people discreetly.

However, now that everything had reached this point, Roland had no choice but to take drastic actions in order to obtain a much higher chance of winning.

In truth, Roland actually doesn't have a grudge against Razor and his group of mercenary men. He just wanted to 'ask' him who his employer was and be done with it. It was also the reason why he was reluctant to hurt his men severely as they don't have some kind of irreconcilable grudge against each other.

However, Roland was also aware of the fact that Razor would not just easily expose the identity of his employer, else, it would affect his business and reputation if others learned of it.

Now that the situation had reached this point, Roland did not try to hold back anymore and ordered for One and the others to ready their gun.

They did not need to injure them fatally. As long as they could hit the non-fatal parts and immobilize them, it should not be a problem to settle this matter once and for all.

Thinking of that, Roland nodded to One and the others telepathically, telling them to ready their guns.

With the precision skill and gun knowledge, all of them were confident on hitting their targets with a hundred percent success rate. With the additional guns they got from the men they took down earlier, each of them was now holding two guns and another one extra inserted on their back.

Right now, Roland and the others were at the second floor of the mansion, while Razor and his gang were gathered up below them, vigilant against their surroundings.

Razor frantically searched around as he shouted and provoked the 'enemy' to come out to face him head on. However, Roland was not dumb enough to do that.

He pointed two guns towards two people at once, One, Two and Three did the same action. Their primary targets were the cultivators as well as Razor who was targeted by One.

The plan was simple and swift. First target the cultivators and then the mortal men around. After immobilizing all of them, they would then proceed to take Razor and interrogate him on who was the mastermind behind the Sparkling Buds' sabotage.

With the height advantage, and with their gazes and the gun's muzzles pointed at their target, Roland finally ordered them to shoot.

Meanwhile, Razor who was shouting ragefully in the air suddenly stopped as he looked around. A foreboding feeling rose inside his mind, as he vaguely sensed danger occurring around himself.

Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!...

A total of eight gunshot resounded one after the other. Bullets tore through the air as they arrived right in front of the eight targeted cultivators.

Razor, who had sensed the impending danger directed to himself, managed to react at the last moment.

His eyes turned red in anger as he joined his hands together to form a mysterious seal. His arm bulged in strength as he forcefully separated both of his hands as he spread his arms wide apart.

"Power Shield!"

As the words came out of his mouth, a mysterious force field was suddenly erected around him and the Power Slaves that he had.

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