"Fuck, a tough nut to crack!" Seeing his six underlings beaten to a bloody pulp and knocked to the ground in an instant, the enraged man with earrings drew his pistol from behind his waist. Without a second thought, he pulled the trigger at Tang Zheng.
Bang, the loud gunshots turned the faces of Fang Zhiwen's group, who had never witnessed such brutality, pale. They covered their ears and screamed.
"Watch out!" Shen Jiashu instinctively shouted out, then inwardly cursed that it was all over. If someone died, the trouble would be enormous.
Xie Yundan wanted to warn Tang Zheng, but her throat felt as if it was blocked by something. By the time a distorted voice came out, it was already too late.
