The dust in the bar had yet to settle when Ding Fan and Wang Hao both walked in from the outside.
Pop... Just then, the sound of a gunshot suddenly rang out, and a stream of blood immediately spurted from Wang Hao's shoulder as he led the way...
"Don't... Don't shoot! It's me... I'm Wang Hao,"
Wang Hao, clutching his shoulder, shouted inside.
Perhaps hearing Wang Hao's voice inside, no more gunshots came. After Ding Fan and Wang Hao entered the bar, Ding Fan glanced around and noticed seven or eight people eying him aggressively. Among them, two were holding handguns—clearly, one of these men had just shot Wang Hao.
"Fuck, if you don't want to die, put your hands on your head and squat down!" a burly man with a Big Gold Tooth inside the bar ordered, pointing at Ding Fan.
