"Hey!" Primo opened fire at the sedan where Dragon got in while running. "Damn it!"
He clenched his teeth, picking up his pace to catch up. After fighting with the old man — Dimitri's minion — he encountered more enemies on the way. With all the adrenaline surging through the ends of his nerves and high morale at his victory against that cocky old man, Primo didn't have much problem facing a few enemies.
But now, this was a problem.
"Shit!" Primo cursed one more time, opening fire to the sedan's tires. However, when he missed, a clang suddenly echoed in his ear. "Ouch!"
He turned, only to see one more of his enemies aiming at him. He clicked his tongue, holding his shoulder blade in irritation.
"Are you stupid?!" Primo yelled and shifted his aim at his enemy. "I'm handicapped! This is artificial — not real, you stupid idiot!"
