Zhang Xiaomeng was not strong enough to catch bullets with his flesh.
He stepped quickly to the side, fast as lightning, yet a bullet still grazed his skin, causing a burning sensation upon contact.
A cold gleam flashed in Zhang Xiaomeng's eyes.
Courting death!
The very next second, Zhang Xiaomeng's feet moved with the agility of a serpent, and he instantly appeared in front of the large bald man.
The large bald man was shocked, seeing only Zhang Xiaomeng's afterimage; he wanted to pull the trigger again.
This time, Zhang Xiaomeng did not give him the chance.
A ferocious, power-gathering roundhouse kick sent him flying three yards away, along with the pistol.
"Big Brother!" The long-haired man and the small bald man rushed over to check on the large bald man.
But they found that the large bald man had already passed out.
