Zheng was the first to sprint up and grabbed Xuan’s arm but it was much faster for Xuan to pull the trigger. With a series of gun shots, the needle like bullets hit the surface of his temple. At the same time, a translucent barrier surfaced and blocked the bullets.
Zheng knocked Xuan’s hand away then slammed him to the floor. The pistol also fell to the floor. He shouted. “F*ck. I know you don’t have a desire to live so I hoped you can stay alive until you reach the third stage. And what did you do? There was no need to use your head for experiment. Do you want us to see our comrade killing himself?”
Zheng punched Xuan on the chin, sending him back ten meters and breaking his chin. Then Zheng panted heavily and shouted. “God, give him a repair. Deduct the points from me!”
