"Ah." The female assassin had only run a few steps when a black light plunged into her back. Next moment, she collapsed to the ground, a large bloody hole in her back, just like Mo Huasong.
Mo Huaren turned back smugly, looked at Mo Huasong and sneered: "Hahaha, Mo Huasong, you're not long for this world. That was a specially made piercing bullet capable of penetrating an iron plate. How could your tiny body possibly withstand it?"
"Now, don't you feel like you're on the brink of death? Hahaha, the Mo family is mine, no one can stand in my way. Whoever stands in my way dies!" Mo Huaren became more excited as he spoke, his eyes filled with madness.
He was willing to sacrifice anyone to achieve his goal.
"Mo Huasong has been hit by the piercing bullet and is certain to die," some members of the Mo family shook their heads.
"Yes, it's a pity that despite Mo Huasong's Martial Arts prowess, he still couldn't compete against the despicable Mo Huaren," someone nodded in the shadows.
