Staring at the black fabric of the coat in front of him, Zhang Han froze. Standing before him was a man, a very tall man, his own height of 1.7 meters only reached up to the man's chest. What did that represent?
Zhang Han slowly tilted his head upwards, only to see a masked head looking back at him.
He seemed to forget to think. His limbs felt icy cold, then a surging pain followed. As Zhou Ranjun gave the order, everyone in the room unloaded their guns at him.
Dut Dut Dut…!
The hail of bullets turned into a deadly storm, shredding his body to pieces and leaving behind a lifeless face.
Zhang Han fell to the ground, his body below the shoulder dissolving into a bloody pulp. And when the man inside him emerged after his death, they gave Tang Ye a fearful stare upon seeing him. Nonetheless, in the next moment, all shouted in unison, "Boss!"
"Why so slow?" Tang Ye asked with a frown. To him, they were all armed, so taking down this Zhang Han should have been quick.
