Longjing looked at the corpses all over the ground, and he was genuinely bewildered.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, how could he possibly believe that four Chunin, along with more than thirty gunmen, were all killed within minutes.
In front of Ding Fan, these people were nothing at all.
"Don't act recklessly, I'm wearing explosives, at most we'll perish together!" Longjing said as he pulled out a remote control from his pocket.
Now Longjing had no more cards to play, and he could only hope that Ding Fan would consider the fact that Huaxia's Ma Teng was on this ship and spare his life.
Just as Longjing took out the remote control, Ding Fan directly extended his right hand.
Then, the remote control seemed to have a life of its own, flying directly towards Ding Fan.
"What the heck is going on?"
Longjing was completely dumbfounded at this point. Could it be that the opponent was using some kind of spell? Just a gesture, and the remote control flew over by itself.
