Gu Yingxi didn't care what choices Lerole was making.
She glanced indifferently at Yovan, who sat on the bed with a bitter expression, clicked her tongue, pulled out her handgun, chambered a round, and fired directly at Yovan's groin.
With a loud "bang" from the handgun, the bullet pierced the wooden board and hit the ground.
Yovan shuddered, his complexion deathly pale, his gaze vacant, and slowly, a smelly yellow liquid began to seep from beneath him.
He had been scared into peeing himself.
Gu Yingxi clicked her tongue again and blew on the handgun barrel, "What a pity."
"Let's go, team out."
She didn't even glance at Lerole's dark expression and, with her people, turned to walk out, giving Shen Yanhe a passing look before leaving, "You come with me."
Shen Yanhe silently took Fu Yanhe's hand and followed.
Ba Fang and the Luowang members remained in the hospital room.
Once Shen Yanhe had left, he looked coldly at still-shocked Yovan, "Cripple him."
"Yes!"
