The gunshot rang out, crisp and clear!
It shook the very soul!
Kong Heng, who had been spewing nonsense, suddenly fell silent in an instant.
Under the powerful impact and penetration of the bullet, he couldn't keep his footing.
His left calf, hit once again, bore another small hole.
And the man, injured upon injury, staggered backward, nearly collapsing to the ground.
But...
After all, he had some skills; his physical fitness and balance coordination were still not bad.
Though somewhat disheveled, he managed to stand firm.
The women of the Kong Family tightly covered their mouths, tears brimming their eyes.
Wanting to cry out loud, yet not daring to make a sound.
Grief! Despair! Heartache!
They wept quietly, slumped on the ground.
While the other Kong Family men had long been petrified like statues, staring in stunned silence.
Stubborn and impulsive Kong Heng had met his match in the fearless Wu Jie.
Hence, this bloody farce before them unfolded.
