The people standing in the corner all fell onto the ground. The muffled sounds stopped.
"Here you are," the skinny, tall man said. His voice was cold like chilly wind from the north. It chilled Sun Yunsheng to his bone.
Sun Yunsheng didn't look back, he used his last recourse. But, a gun could be an effective weapon as well as a burden.
"This is not a suitable toy for you," the skinny, tall man said.
As soon as Sun Yunsheng took out the gun, the man grabbed it. Sun Yunsheng fell to the ground. He had lost his ability to fight against the skinny, tall man.
I'm so useless. Sun Yunsheng wanted to fight, but he didn't have the slightest chance to win. He was like a lamb facing a lion.
Ahem! Ahem! Zhao Yinghao leaned against the wall coughing. His back was injured. Huang Chaoyang was cleaning his wound carefully.
"Fortunately, you are not poisoned," Huang Chaoyang said.
