"Brother Jiang, thank you."
Walking out of the trading post, a man gratefully looked at Jiang Xiong.
The trading post didn't lack Entry Force Martial Artists; even Dark Power Martial Artists numbered over ten. One could imagine how fierce the competition was usually.
Being able to perform before Lu Yang might offer a chance to meet the Awakeners someday.
"We're brothers, so why say that."
Jiang Xiong shook his head and said, "Time is of the essence, we need to catch up quickly."
"Hmm!"
The other two responded and hurriedly followed.
All three held a 30mm machine gun each, their bodies wrapped with hundreds of bullets, appearing as if they were covered in iron armor from afar.
Each bullet of the 30mm machine gun was about thirty centimeters long, the size of an adult's forearm, weighing close to 700 grams. Just one hundred bullets weighed 140 jins. Including the weight of the machine gun itself, it exceeded half a ton.
