"Fourth Master——"
Iron Hand, closely following behind Emperor Quan, saw his blood-soaked arm; his eyes widened, and he let out an urgent shout before lunging over.
One shot, and it was likely another would follow.
Indeed!
"Bang——"
In the midst of the confused crowd's exclamations, another faint muffled sound erupted.
A sensation of being choked gripped him, frosting the depths of his eyes.
"Fuck! Iron Hand!"
Emperor Quan could no longer care about the others; he forcefully grabbed Iron Hand, who was shielding him, and leaped to the side, the two men collapsing onto the ground together.
"Ahh!"
An agonized cry came from nearby, just as another shot rang out, a brilliant flash passing by, followed by a loud groan. The man in the car, who had been about to open the door to check the situation, was perfectly in the line of fire as the bullet grazed over the top of his head and struck the car's iron grille, sparking a trail of sparks with a 'zing zing' sound.
