Yellow shell casings fell to the ground, and as they struck, producing a clear copper sound, the bullets were precisely delivered into the unfortunate ghost's body.
Feng Kun had run only a few steps when his bent leg took a bullet right in the knee, shattering it completely. He tumbled out like a sandbag.
Tang Zheng pushed away Su Huixin, stood in the Lobby, first changing his Ammo Clip and then with satisfaction nodded at the lowlifes wailing on the ground.
"Who do you have a grudge against? Now's your chance to get even!" Tang Zheng walked up to the short Fatty and stepped on his Skull, "Dare to ambush me?"
The female reporter hadn't even moved when she saw Tang Zheng pick up a Crossbow, load an arrow, and aim it at the short Fatty's Neck.
"Don't kill..."
The short Fatty's pleas ended abruptly with the blood spurting out as the arrow pierced his neck. Tang Zheng had executed it so perfectly that the man didn't die instantly, instead experiencing even greater pain.
