Denny Clancy's cheek was cut open by a bullet, and blood spilled out.
Cold sweat formed on his forehead, and his back was soaked with sweat as well.
Just now, for a moment, he sensed the approach of death.
As a commander, this was the first time he had ever felt like this.
Moreover, he was a martial artist and could naturally sense it.
The bullet Lionel Yeager flicked just now, its speed and power were far more terrifying than what his gun could shoot.
If this kid really wanted to kill him, he probably would have had his head blown off by the bullet just now.
What realm had this kid reached?
How strong was he?
Lionel Yeager grinned, saying: "Oops, sorry, my hand slipped just now."
Hearing this, Denny Clancy's brow twitched.
Hand slipped?
Who believes you!
