Hei, although not yet completely breathless, lay on the ground with more breaths leaving than entering.
Looking at the bullet hole in his left chest, right over his heart, anyone with the slightest bit of common sense could tell that with such a wound, the man before them was beyond saving.
When Sun Jinzhong pulled the trigger, he hadn't thought too much, but now, as he realized he might have truly killed a man, he began to lose his composure.
"Brother Zhong, be careful..." Chen Hai, who had been keeping an eye on Wu, changed his expression and uttered a warning.
Almost at the same time, Wu dropped the short blade he held and, pretending to comply obediently by hiding his head and squatting on the ground, he suddenly sprang forth with a ferocious look on his face.
His calloused hand grabbed Sun Jinzhong's wrist.
With a twist, Sun Jinzhong could no longer hold onto the Wang Ba Box gun, and it was flung away.
