Chapter 159

Zeta Prime whipped his head around and barked, "Damn it! Trying to sneak up on me, huh?!" Tristan calmly crushed out his cigarette and flicked the butt into the net, striding in right after. A group followed close behind him. Once inside, armed guards with heavy machine guns quickly formed a circle, surrounding Tristan, Cameron, and Eagle. Gunfire erupted in all directions. It was messy—people dropped left and right, both enemies and allies. Tristan drew two Colt M2000 pistols from his pockets. Without hesitating, he fired twice toward the shadows. Two snipers went down instantly. Inside the bar, smoke curled through the air while colorful laser lights kept flickering. A short man stepped forward with his hands raised. "Whoa, what wind brought you here, King?" Tristan shot him a cold glance. "Maddox Rowland, your hideout wasn't easy to track down. Took me a month." Maddox reached out for a handshake, but Tristan didn't move. Awkward, he dropped his hand and fussed with the few strands