Chapter 992: The List
"What!"
Whoosh!
Before the men could react,
silver needles shot out explosively.
Aside from the lead man, all the others fell to the ground.
Deadly on contact!
After a brief stupor, the lead man placed his hand on his waist.
Swish!
A hidden weapon box clicked.
Aron Jackson pressed the trigger, piercing the man's right arm.
"Ah! You..."
With teeth clenched in pain, the man's gaze was fixed on Aron Jackson.
"You what?"
Aron Jackson squatted down, gently patting the man's cheek: "Don't recognize me anymore?"
Slap!
Right after speaking, he swung a heavy slap across.
"You dare lay a finger on me, you truly have the guts of a bear and the heart of a panther!"
"You're not Noam Martin..."
The man's face was pale as a ghost; his left hand pressed on the right arm, blood continuously flowing through his fingers.
He said viciously, "You dare hit me, I'll make you regret it."
"Really?"
Aron Jackson smiled and waved his hand as Burl Radcliffe sat up from the bed behind him.