At Tiger's residence.

The sound of a gunshot echoed, and the fierce combat came to a sudden halt.

Blood pooled around several of Scar's men, and Tiger's group had also suffered casualties, especially among those who had guarded the entrance.

Tige stepped out of the building with an assault rifle and barked, "Everyone, freeze!"

A path cleared on either side of the area, and even Scar's wounded men were swiftly moved out of harm's way.

Scar's intense gaze locked onto Tiger, and his attention fixated on the assault rifle hanging from Tiger's shoulder. He had brought many seasoned fighters tonight, including a few of his best. Scar's face darkened as one of his top fighters fell victim to a single gunshot.

The presence of firearms was an unexpected development. Such weapons had become increasingly rare due to crackdowns by the authorities. One gunshot equaled a dead end, as both the authorities and the criminal underworld would want you eliminated.

What astonished Scar even more was