"Die!!!"
Mod Lee's expression was filled with sheer madness!
Ye Feng was just like the god of death, making his heart tremble with fear. Only by killing him could Mod Lee feel at ease. And only Ye Feng's death could achieve Xue Wuheng's supreme ambition!
Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on Mod Lee's lips, and he prepared to pull the trigger!
But at this moment, Mod Lee noticed that Ye Feng's expression remained as calm as ever, without any trace of emotion!
Or rather, in his eyes, there was a hint of mockery, as if watching a clown's performance!
Just as Mod Lee was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt his arm go light, and then he saw his own hand holding the gun fly off, blood spurting everywhere!
After being stunned for a moment, Mod Lee was awakened by the excruciating pain from his severed arm and began to howl!
"Ah... my hand!!!"
