Kexiao abruptly stood up from his seat and issued an urgent order. No matter what, the domestic situation must be stabilized immediately, even if it meant forcibly suppressing the unrest, especially in the central city of the Capital. If we've already lost face in this battle, don't continue to push it. When necessary, we could even "kill the chicken to scare the monkeys".

Saudi had always been known for its iron-fisted approach. Not long after the message was transmitted, armed police with live ammunition started firing warning shots into the sky, ignoring the crowd's cries. As bursts of gunfire resounded across the Capital's square, the cries of the people did not subside but instead grew angrier.

In front of the world media, would the military really dare to do anything to everyone? The warning shots from the riot police not only failed to stop the crowd, but even many onlookers who couldn't stand by joined the riots in discontent.

Unfortunately, this time the Saudi military was not playing around. It was unclear who hit a riot officer with a club, but once the rhythm was set, it couldn't be contained. Groups of protesters joined the fight, and the riot officers finally fired their first shot.

The gunshot didn't seem too loud on the vast square of ten thousand people, but the echoes in the ears lingered for a long time... replaced by an even more frenzied charge from the crowd! Goddamn it, as a soldier, you dare to shoot at the poor, I will fight you with my last breath.

As continuous gunshots echoed across the square without a break, people finally began to feel fear. First, it was one or two individuals, then in an instant, it turned into a mass stampede...

The world was shocked by the actions of the Saudi military, yet it was indeed the best way to contain the reckless criminals.

But where there were those who were afraid to die, there were also those who were not. It must be known that some were simply victims of stray bullets, falling to the ground on the spot. At least several dozen family members were still crying and weeping nearby. They swung their fists wildly towards the riot police and were quickly subdued by the soldiers.

Some people went outright mad, charging at the riot police without any regard for their lives, only to be abruptly penetrated by a scarlet chain through their bodies.

"Sometimes, necessary killing is unavoidable, and I will bear the consequences," he said.

As his words were about to end, a middle-aged man dressed in Red Cloak suddenly appeared beside the riot police. His expression was stern, clearly accustomed to witnessing life and death.

—The Chains of the Storm, Fatania

Seeing the newcomer, the head of the guard ordered the riot police to withdraw en masse. In such matters, it was indeed unsuitable for the military to make an appearance. Instead, it was more appropriate to leave it to the special individuals within the secret department.

The crowd hiding in the shadows cast their incredulous gazes and their recording equipment on the man! My God, he did it, really did it. The person who had just fallen was still struggling in pain on the ground, but as Red Cloak flicked his wrist, even the internal organs were wholly extracted in that motion, creating a terrifying scene that people on site could hardly believe. Many girls vomited out even their last night's dinner.

Now it was not just the square, but through live broadcasts, the world was shocked and fearful of the iron-handed measures of the Saudi royal power—indeed, many things are not nonexistent; they are just unseen by ordinary people. But when necessary, the government will act according to a balance of interests.

Watching him walk step by step toward the center of the square, the rioters, for some reason, felt an inexplicable chill in their bodies and immediately turned and sprinted away...

To awe, the awe must be overpowering. Fatania's decisiveness was well-known in the military. He hurled the chain, penetrating the chest of someone dozens of meters away from him, and then pulled it out.

The person's lips parted slightly, and he silently fell to the ground...

A young girl, sobbing, was shaking her mother who lay on the ground with a hoarse voice. The mother's body had apparently been hit by a stray bullet during the chaos, but Fatania didn't pause. He walked directly forward, towards the girl's location...

He wouldn't really strike a young girl of that age, would he? For the first time, people around the world felt rage. Bastard! If he dared do such a thing, the world would not forgive Saudi!

The crying girl was completely unaware of the impending danger. Her big eyes continued to shed huge tears. At that moment, Fatania's gaze still turned towards the girl...

The crowds hiding around the square were also stunned. Some men even drew their handguns, but before they could pull the trigger, they were hit in the forehead by a casual toss of a gun from Fatania, dying instantly.

My God, who will save that innocent child? Just as Fatania lifted the chain, some closed their eyes, while others simply turned their heads away, too afraid to look...

But Fatania did not intend to hold back. He, devoid of emotions.

The half-year-old Grim Reaper's chain nonchalantly lashed out toward the girl, clinking and clashing...

The next second, the sound was not that of a chain piercing flesh, but the roar of metal upon metal as an angry bullet accurately severed it.

Looking up, a man dressed in a brown trench coat had already appeared before the girl, and the revolver in his right hand, spinning rapidly, said it all.

Who was he? His piercing gaze, the cigarette dangling from his lips, and that meaningful smile, along with his untamed demeanor, instantly sent the blood of all onlookers outside the picture boiling... wow, this man was kind of cool!

Fatania knew full well the power of that shot and paused her stride to say coldly, "Who are you? State your name. I, Fatania, have never killed an unnamed individual."

"Me? Rafael, a man who carries on justice, a sun that emits a faint light, a gunman who roams the world."

"Hmph, I'll send you straight to hell."

"Hey, don't speak so soon. I'm a man accustomed to turning the tables. How about a gamble?"

Fatania, taken aback, smiled slightly, "You wish to bet on the timing of your death?"

"Well, I bet on how long you can last under my gun." As he spoke, Feng Yi's revolver kept spinning in his hand, its buzzing sound as if eagerly thirsting for something...

"Courting death!"

Without another word, Fatania threw her chain like a javelin that shot out in an instant.

A faint smile on his face, Feng Yi didn't even shift his position when, with a loud pop, just one shot with an imposing aura altered the trajectory of the chain.

After the shot, he quickly holstered his gun, the weapon still spinning rapidly in his hand, showing no desire for further attack...

Fatania made a second advance with a preemptive strike, and Rafael met it with a straight punch. A muffled explosion erupted between them, bam!

In that instant, Fatania was forced to take half a step back from the impact, while Feng Yi also swung his arm... but neither retreated, opting instead for a series of head-on, hard clashes.

With Fatania unleashing a domineering whip kick, a fierce momentum thundering towards Feng Yi's chest...

Rafael didn't back down, suddenly bursting into an all-out attack, following it with a lift of his leg for a knee strike.

Boom bang! The collision of flesh, the grappling of overpowering techniques, the bodily combat—both, as if locked in a struggle, amidst continuous thunder, turned the space between them into a vacuum, before both retreated to a distance at the same time...

Fatania finally furrowed her brow, not having expected to encounter such a terrifying entity here. As she retracted her chain for the second time, her serious face showed a hint of solemnity as she bent slightly, readying her stance for an attack.

The pair instantly became the focal point of human history, and of course, those who had come into contact with Feng Yi could vaguely recognize his identity, paying extra attention to this battle. Even Jiu Ling was confused by Rafael's appearance, "It turns out to be him..."

Revolver gunman Rafael VS Chain of Storms Fatania, the duel began in the blink of an eye as Fatania charged forward like a bullet, launching a high kick into thin air, her resounding chain primed to strike.

With an eagle's cry echoing in the void, he executed several successive flips indicative of the Falcon Assault's onset.

A breathtaking kick, but Rafael was faster; before Fatania could mount an attack, a lightning-fast roll evading with Rank 2 military difficulty was seen, and as he rotated, he raised his hand to fire a preemptive shot with his revolver. His brown trench coat rustled with the sound of his rapid movements, like a resplendent ranger bursting with endless light in the dark or a yellow flash darting through the jungle.

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