A few more people were now out of contact…

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!!!" Wolfclaw was enraged and confused about what was happening.

Adrian was right before his eyes, and he had no intention of letting go of this big chance to assassinate him. Wolfclaw ignored everything and continued to order his men to strike. The more gunshots were fired, the more men were taken down, and the slower Adrian walked.

In just half an hour, Wolfclaw lost contact with the majority of the men he had brought. "Can anyone tell me what the f*ck is happening? Is Draco dead?" He paced angrily as only a handful of people were still responding to him.

He yelled, "You'd better not fail me, Thunderclap! Kill him!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!!!

Adrian still remained unscathed despite the continuous rain of gunshots, while Thunderclap and the others ceased contact.

Wolfclaw was stunned. He thought he had come up with the perfect plan—the perfect cover. He thought Adrian was as good as dead the moment he ordered a rain of fire