"Ah, my hand, my hand."
"You're a devil, you're a devil."
Huang Gou knelt on the ground, looking at his bleeding right hand, crying miserably, and was deathly afraid of Zhang Xiaoshan.
"What's going on?"
"What happened?"
The people around thought Zhang Xiaoshan had been beaten to death.
But, they never imagined the situation would reverse so dramatically.
Huang Gou had fired his gun, yet, the one who ended up wounded was Huang Gou himself.
Looking at Huang Gou's wrist, it seemed to be penetrated, bleeding profusely.
"Is this kid even human?"
"Is this some kind of magic?"
The crowd was truly terrified.
"Little Shan, are you alright?"
Luo Meili regained her composure, got up from the ground, and hurriedly ran to Zhang Xiaoshan's side.
Zhang Xiaoshan looked unfazed.
"Don't worry, a little punk like him can't hurt me."
