Xiang Yu fired a shot into the opponent's abdomen; it wasn't enough to kill, just enough to temporarily knock him unconscious.
Wang Ze was looking at Xiang Yu with a face full of admiration, not only because of Xiang Yu's excellent marksmanship, but also because of his judgment. Wang Ze couldn't tell from the opponent's shadow that he intended to come out, while Xiang Yu could. This was because Xiang Yu had studied the tiny motions people make before they act, and, combined with his experience, he could easily make such judgments.
Although it was a small detail, it fully showcased Xiang Yu's excellence in individual combat, a level even Xiao Xuan could not possibly reach.
Xiang Yu passed his gun to Wang Ze, then sat quietly behind the sofa, waiting. Wang Ze really wanted to know, since Xiang Yu's marksmanship was so good, why he didn't use his gun to finish the opponent off quickly.
