Chen Xing, who was really afraid, immediately waved his hand and shouted at his subordinates, "Cannon, cannon ha... Quick shallow cannon ha!"
Although his teeth were leaking, people still understood what he meant.
After that, two or three of his underlings carried him up and turned around to run.
His underlings were already afraid. It was because Chen Xing did not run that they did not leave.
Now that Chen Xing had given the order, his underlings fled.
Looking at his underlings who were running faster than him, Chen Xing was stunned.
"I, I f*ck…" he muttered, and his mind suddenly turned around.
It turned out that his underlings had long seen that he was very powerful and had long been afraid. He was the only one who was still foolishly pretending.
Thinking of this, Chen Xing wanted to slap himself.
His face, which had been hit by Xu Wenping just now, was now burning with pain.
It was so painful that he wanted to curse.