Whoosh—Bang!
The bullet pierced through branches and leaves, fiercely crashing into the trunk behind, leaving a deep dent.
Wu Jie threw himself over Tang Long and Zhu Cui, rolling forward and drawing the military knife that had killed the poisoned rat.
Swish!
The military knife was suddenly thrown, like an arrow released from the bowstring, piercing straight through.
Picking up the broken scythe blades from the ground, which had snapped off during the fight, he used them as makeshift throwing darts, hurling them in quick succession.
Suddenly!
The onrushing gunman stumbled and fell, screaming in pain.
Wu Jie had run out of blades, so he bent down through the gaps between the fruit trees and picked up a brick half.
The gunman had been hit by one of Wu Jie's thrown scythe blades, which struck his right thigh.
The instant pain made him lose his balance and fall to the ground. Upon seeing Wu Jie closing in, he raised his hand to shoot.
Whoo—Thump!!
