Frost swung his arm down.

Bang!

The sniper fired. The huge bullet shot forward like a cannonball and went straight for Dustin’s car.

Bang!

The car immediately exploded, and the flames shot into the sky.

“No one can possibly survive that blast. Even sovereign grade fighters will be burnt to a crisp!” Frost watched through his binoculars and muttered to himself.

“These days, who even bothers to fight hand-to-hand, anyway? Times have changed,” said the sniper with a grin and got up.

“Let’s go get our money, guys,” Frost said with a smile.

After packing up, they got ready to leave.

Suddenly, alarm bells rang in Frost’s mind. He felt as if a predator had fixed its eyes on him.

Immediately, he looked northwest, and his eyes widened.

His other teammates looked over as well, and their faces changed.

Was he not the target?

Why was he not dead?!

Dustin and his Hell Guard stood across from them with indifferent faces. They sized them up.

“When have the assassins from