At that moment, Ji Ming sat in his wheelchair, his lower body wrapped in layers of bandages. Despite this, the heart-rending pain still made his life a living hell!
Ji Ming, seated in his wheelchair, looked down from the rooftop of the tenth floor to the street below, observing the fallen bodies of Black Men. His gaze grew colder, and his expression more ferocious!
"Gang Leader! That... that guy is too formidable, I'm afraid even Young Master Jie is no match for him!"
The speaker was a core member of the Fuqing Gang who felt his scalp tingle as he looked at the twenty or thirty Black Man gunmen who had died in the blink of an eye.
Ji Ming's face looked extremely grim, his expression tinged with a hint of panic:
"AJie is no match for this bastard! But the organization he's part of, AKS, definitely has the capability to eliminate these two on the spot! However, AJie is in the Great Rift Valley now, so we ourselves must take this bastard down!"
