With a crisp slap, Zhao Shilong was thrown to the ground. The other side of his face hit the ground, and his face was covered in blood.
Tang ... Tang Wen did it ...
Wasn't he very weak?
Wasn't he so weak that he couldn't even truss a chicken?
However, he was about ten meters away from Zhao Shilong. Only a complete rank - six martial artist would be able to kill Zhao Shilong with a sneak attack.
The corner of Gu hanyan's mouth twitched a few times, and her eyes widened. The 'human figurine' on her head was shaking like a leaf in the wind.
After a few breaths, the angry midget's face turned red. He looked at Tang Wen blankly like a shy little girl.
The next moment, the human - like Miniman roared like a lion. It seemed to be scolding,"this bastard ... Has been lying to me?"
Bu bu bu bu ...
Tang Wen flicked his sleeve, and the bullets shot around Zhao Shilong, creating holes in the thick cement ground.
