"Brother Yulong, save me!" The middle-aged prisoner cried out to Li Yulong for help when Tang Zheng ignored him.
"Brother, bear with the pain a bit longer, I'll help you find relief." The middle-aged prisoner who had lost a leg and was covered in injuries seemed to have no hope of survival. Li Yulong put on a considerate expression, regretfully aimed his gun at him.
"No, please don't." The middle-aged prisoner was scared, begging loudly, but all that came in return was the muffled sound of a gunshot.
The prisoner was shot between the eyebrows, his skull capsized, and he fell to the ground. The Caucasian horse with a pierced shoulder quickly closed its mouth, endured the pain and stood up, hiding in the corner.
