In the alleyway at night.
The muzzle flash from the silencer illuminated the otherwise pitch-dark alley with a burst of light.
The bullet, armed with the threat of death, shot straight toward Lin Fan's back.
A distance of over ten meters.
Blood Wolf, having been a mercenary, was one hundred percent certain that his shot would hit its mark.
"Pfft!"
However, the light dimmed.
What followed was not Lin Fan's scream.
The only sound was the echo of the bullet striking the wall.
"Your shooting really isn't that great."
Lin Fan, who was assumed to be fleeing, had actually stopped running.
Seeing that all five men had entered the alley, his trapping plan was already half successful.
"Damn it, I'll show you how formidable I am!"
Blood Wolf gritted his teeth, not expecting to miss.
The dark muzzle once again aimed at Lin Fan.
"Acting high and mighty will get you killed fast!"
With the fish biting the hook, Lin Fan was ready to start the harvest.
