“You guys, throw the guns in your hands away right now. Otherwise, he’ll die in the next second,” Xyla Quest ordered as she looked around at the blond-haired, blue-eyed men dressed in black pointing their guns at Stanley Batton.

After the huge conflict earlier, she needed to make sure they didn’t have their guns.

Otherwise, they couldn’t be sure that those men wouldn’t directly fire at them after they released the young man.

If a gunfight really happened, they had far too few people. They wou