After the dust settled, blood gushed from Omar's chest like a spring.
Several lackeys rushed forward, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but no matter how hard they tried, it was useless.
A few minutes later, the bull-like Omar took his last breath and went to hell.
"Kill him!"
Seeing their boss get taken out, one of Omar's closest men suddenly drew his gun and aimed it at Song Heping.
All of Omar's subordinates at the scene immediately raised their guns, pointing at Song Heping.
At the same time, all the guards in old Ahmed's tribe also raised their guns.
Hundreds of barrels aimed at each other.
Women with children quickly left the scene, returning to houses and tents.
The atmosphere became as tense as a bowstring, ready to snap at any moment.
"Who dares!"
Nura rushed forward, standing in front of Song Heping, and shouted something loudly in Bedouin to the surrounding crowd.
Song Heping's tension at this moment was indescribable.
