“You guys, throw the guns in your hands away right now. Otherwise, he’ll die in the next second,” Xyla Quest ordered as she looked around at the blond-haired, blue-eyed men dressed in black pointing their guns at Stanley Batton.

After the huge conflict earlier, she needed to make sure they didn’t have their guns.

Otherwise, they couldn’t be sure that those men wouldn’t directly fire at them after they released the young man.

If a gunfight really happened, they had far too few people. They wouldn’t have an advantage at all.

“Sure… We can throw our guns away, but you must also do the same…” The young man said.

“We won’t…” Xyla said.

“Then, why should we throw our guns away?” the young man asked.

Stanley Batton snorted coldly. He placed his finger on the trigger and pressed the gun more forcefully against the back of the young man’s head. “Just because I’ll blast your head open in the next second.”

Although the young man knew that they wouldn’t dare open fire so easily, there was