Chapter 268 I'm Fine

The eight men seemed very interested in the gunfire and explosions outside, eager to join the battle. They were discussing and speculating who dared to invade Death Island.

Death Island. A fitting name.

Laura sneered and looked up at the sharp chandeliers on the ceiling. With a swift motion, she fired her silver gun at the ceiling, startling the young men. As they looked up, rifles and pistols at the ready, Laura seized the moment and fired eight shots in rapid succession.

As the chandeliers crashed down, so did the eight young men.

Efficient and fierce adaptation.

If Laura had confronted them head-on, she would have been killed. But she cleverly utilized everything available in the room to deal the maximum blow to her opponents. As the chandeliers fell, everyone's first instinct was to look up.

That split-second distraction was all she needed to kill.

The men and women imprisoned inside rushed excitedly to the iron bars, their faces filled with hope, thinking they were being rescued.