Liu Hun slightly adjusted his position and moved his hand that held the dagger out, and when Wan Qiliang saw that Liu Hun did not react after about a dozen seconds, he sneered, "What's wrong? Do you really want to cripple both hands? Jump or not?"
"Jump! Of course, I have to jump! But before I jump, I want to show you something!" Liu Hun said, pointing at his thigh that was shot.
"What are you showing?" Wan Qiliang looked toward the place where Liu Hun was shot. Initially, he thought there was nothing, but by the third second—trouble arose! He watched helplessly as the bullet emerged from Liu Hun's thigh muscle like toothpaste being squeezed out! Even more amazingly, there was no further bleeding besides what was left when he was initially shot.
Liu Hun was waiting for this moment when everyone was stunned! His eyes fiercely swept to his side! Targeted! Acted! Flying knife!
Hit!
