With a bang,
the shot struck the thigh of the young man who was on top of Er Gou.
Instantly, a wail erupted from the young man's mouth, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant.
"Damn it."
"Shit, run!"
The other three young men, intimidated by the gunfire, hastily let go and fled toward the back.
This, of course, blocked Li Changlin's path.
"Help me, save me!" The young man who had been hit in the thigh couldn't move.
He could only press down on his injured thigh with his hands, crying out in agony.
It was too painful, just too unbearable.
As he watched his blood flowing out from his thigh, his face turned pale.
"It's over, I'm done for, I'm going to die," the terror in his heart surged as he felt as if death was about to claim his life at any moment.
"Er Gou, get up." After driving away the young men, the lead robber didn't pursue them but instead bent down and pulled Er Gou to his feet.
