The one who fired the gun was Aoyama Xiu Xin.
With both hands still in the posture of holding a gun, he charged forward, kicking the gun on the ground aside with one foot, and flashed a radiant smile at Sato, who had not yet breathed his last.
At that moment, Sato Rich suddenly understood something, his eyes widening in shock. Takahashi Tomoyuki had already defected to Aoyama Xiu Xin's side—no wonder he felt that Takahashi's gun was a bit light just now.
Because there were no bullets in it.
"You... you lot..." he choked, his gaze moving bitterly and resentfully between Aoyama Xiu Xin and Takahashi Tomoyuki, heart attacking him in his fury, as a mouthful of blood sprayed out, staining a large patch of his shirt crimson.
"Quick! A stretcher! Call for a stretcher!"
Asai Youki roared as he came to his senses.
For fear of someone getting hurt in advance, an ambulance had already been notified to stand by as soon as the operation began.
So the stretcher arrived quickly.
