"Shoot anyone who blocks the way,"
Chen Lun said coldly.
"Yes, yes! We got it, boss!"
The men in blue vests were sweating profusely.
For some reason, they felt that their boss at this moment was even more terrifying.
Chen Lun turned around and left, returning to the corridor. He then performed "Aerial Walk," flying out of the freighter and searching over the sea for the whereabouts of Viscount Harrington on the shore.
Dozens to hundreds of members of the Blue Sail Gang had already noticed the chaos and had gathered at the docks. In the gangway area, seven or eight gentlemen and ladies lay dead, most killed by stray bullets, a few severely injured but barely hanging on to life.
Chen Lun felt no sympathy for these people; he glanced at them and paid no further attention.
He quickly spotted Viscount Harrington but frowned.
'Dead?'