Ye Tingxuan was an expert marksman, definitely more skilled than in physical combat, his shot so precise it was utterly infuriating, striking Xiong Dingyuan right in the groin.
Not unexpected.
After such a hit, he'd likely never be able to function as a man for the rest of his life.
Curled up on the ground, Xiong Dingyuan's agonizing screams slowly died down, either from the pain knocking him out or from too much blood loss leading to unconsciousness.
Ning Hui had never witnessed such a scene; her face turned deathly pale as she sat motionless in her chair, shivering unconsciously.
The reckless Miss Shi couldn't even utter a word at this time.
"Make a call, have someone come and take him away."
Ye Tingxuan casually put down the revolver and leisurely began reloading the remaining bullets back into the cylinder, as though he had just played an insignificant little game, looking as if nothing had happened.
