Fang Xiaocao, seemingly indifferent but actually keeping Su Wanqing in her peripheral vision all the time, saw Su Wanqing's movement and sneered coldly.
Fang Xiaocao's wrist, which had been hanging by her side, trembled slightly.
Whoosh—
The Hidden Weapon she had been clutching flew out in an instant, nailing itself in Su Wanqing's gun-holding hand, and blood gushed forth immediately.
Su Wanqing cried out as the gun flew out of her hand and fell to the ground.
Bang—
This time, the gun discharged accidentally.
With the sound of a gunshot, a bloody hole burst open on Su Wanqing's calf.
Su Wanqing screamed in agony, holding her calf and wailing continuously; tears and snot flowed as the pain made her roll on the ground.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaocao blinked.
"Isn't this what they call 'bringing disaster upon oneself'?"
Fang Xiaocao murmured to herself.
Watching the pitiful state of Su Wanqing, Fang Xiaocao shook her head with a wry smile.
