Two shots, both passing through the gap in the shoulder. Although not fatal, Yusuf Zuck was already experiencing dizziness and symptoms of weakness, after all, he had lost a lot of blood.
The gun was thrown into the fish tank in Otis Quinn's living room. A few seconds later, the dizzy Yusuf Zuck heard the sound of the door closing.
Yusuf Zuck had left. He didn't kill anyone because he wouldn't take a life unless absolutely necessary. Even though he possessed special abilities, all he wanted was to make money, become wealthy, and seduce women.
Taking advantage of the rainy night, he retraced his steps, slipped back into the A8, and sat in the passenger seat.
"Drive, cigarette." Yusuf Zuck took off his drenched coat, and Samuel Ross immediately pulled out a cigarette and lit it for him.
"How did it go?" Samuel Ross asked anxiously.
