With a black face mask, the figure that stood in front of him dressed in all black as well. The figure belonged to a women with pitch black eyes.
Zhou Ming and her eyes met and they both stared at each other. Her eyes were very familiar to him, he just couldn't remember where he last saw her.
She pulled out an inconspicuous pistol and aimed rapidly to shoot at him, to which he dodged. She pulled out another pistol and used both of her hands to shoot in his direction.
Zhou Ming jumped and hid behind the sofa, using the furniture to dodge the bullets that were meant to take his life. Unfortunately, the material was not strong enough and one of the bullets pierced through, hitting his shoulder.
He groaned and yelled out, "Stop!"
Surprisingly, the bullets did. He slowly stood up and looked at the mysterious woman. "Why do you want my life?"
