"Yeah right, he fed those two henchmen up front a bomb each, then went on to consecutively blast out four more—has no idea if this guy even has a brain."
Hiding behind layers of greenery, Agent Zero rolled her eyes.
The bandit lackeys also realized there was no more commotion above, so they climbed the tree trunk shoulder to shoulder. In no time, the tree trunk was swarming with people. The branches trembled along.
Yijie, with his hand cannon propped against the tree trunk, finally realized a problem at such a critical moment. He had bought his hand cannon from Dark Night Market, which came with six bombs. The price wasn't high, but that was all the bombs he got. Once used, they were gone, and it wasn't a conventional weapon; even if he visited a weapon shop, he couldn't buy compatible ammunition.
"What a damn mess," cursed Yijie as he quickly pulled his head back into the treetop. That Dark Night Market should be called "Rip-off Market."
