“Put your hands up, Caleb!”

Someone shouted loudly.

Caleb glanced around. He was surrounded by people wearing special police outfits.

They came prepared.

His heart continued to sink. He already knew that he was at the end of his rope.

He subconsciously looked at the car. It was dark, so he did not know what he was looking at.

In a few seconds, he made a decision and gritted his teeth, running in the nearest direction with his gun raised. His aura was intimidating, and the kind of reckless energy he had was most in line with his identity.

He would not let people kill him that easily.

He was Caleb, the king of Southeast Asia.

He would not easily admit defeat.

“Bang— Bang—”

Firing several shots in quick succession, Caleb confirmed that he had made the hit and ran fast. However, in less than two minutes, he was shot in the calf.

He fell to his knees with a thump.

His face was pale.

At that moment, everyone gathered around him, and countless guns were pointed at him. Smoke fil