In Yu Zixiao’s eyes, even if the Silver Desert Eagle aid at his forehead was real, he had no fear that the assailant would pull the trigger. This was murder in front of a large crowd; not even an internationally renowned assassin would dare do such a thing. Moreover, Yu Zixiao didn’t believe the Silver Desert Eagle was genuine.
Thinking this, the corners of Yu Zixiao’s mouth curled up slightly, and his expression of disdain deepened.
The man wearing a Happy Mask saw this and said to Yu Zixiao, "I bet you’re thinking the gun in my hand is fake, hmm, let’s do this to prove it’s real. I’ll give you a demonstration first."
Saying this, the man wearing a Happy Mask lowered the barrel of the gun, and with a "bang!" Yu Zixiao’s left thigh had a bloody hole! As blood splattered, Yu Zixiao’s neighbor, Bingbing, was also stained on the side of her face. After a split second of shock, she covered her face and ran away screaming at the top of her lungs.
At this mont, the crowd simultaneously let out mixed screams, clinging to each other tightly. Only at this mont would they tear off their masks and reveal their true expressions.
At the instant the bullet hit his right leg, Yu Zixiao couldn’t feel the pain. However, when the bullet pierced his skin and muscle, the powerful impact knocked him back several steps, and he eventually lay on the ground, staring at the man wearing a Happy Mask in disbelief.
"Son!"
Yu Zhiyuan was instantly dumbfounded. He never imagined that soone would be so ruthless to his son. Imdiately, he shouted to the short, slender man beside him, "What are you waiting for? Kill him for !"
The short, slender man squinted slightly and said to the man wearing a Happy Mask, "Friend, I don’t know when Young Master Yu offended you, but one should always leave so room for maneuver."
The man wearing a Happy Mask didn’t care about the short, slender man at all. It was as if he didn’t exist, and instead, he approached slowly, holding his gun.
"Now you believe this is a real gun, right?"
"If you have the guts, kill !" Yu Zixiao was actually quite bold, but he chose the wrong person to challenge. If only he had begged for his life, he might have had a chance to survive — though only a chance.
The man wearing a Happy Mask saw this and couldn’t help but laugh strangely. His neither-yin-nor-yang voice sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
"Not bad, pretty gutsy."
"Bang!"
As he was speaking, the man wearing a Happy Mask suddenly fired at Yu Zixiao without any warning!
This ti he shot Yu Zixiao’s right arm, the muscles and blood vessels there burst open instantly. This ti, Yu Zixiao couldn’t hold back and scread while lying on the ground.
"Tsk, tsk, I thought you could hold on a bit longer." The man wearing a Happy Mask pressed the barrel of the Silver Desert Eagle against Yu Zixiao’s forehead once again.
"Dad, save ! Hurry, save !"
Yu Zixiao finally broke down. Unable to turn around, he looked up and shouted. At this mont, he was truly afraid, finally realizing that there were such crazily reckless people in the world. At this ti, he couldn’t care about hatred or dignity, but instinctively cried out to his father for help.
"Do it!"
Yu Zhiyuan shouted at the short, slender man.
The short, slender man was very apprehensive of the crazed man in front of him. It wasn’t just because of his previous move; the aura emanating from the man was formidable enough to make him hesitant. An ordinary person might not see it, but he understood that the man’s degree of danger already far surpassed his own combat level.
Nonetheless, people of the Netherworld fear nothing, never retreat, because the weak live in a fate worse than death in the Netherworld!
The short, slender man moved forward swiftly. As he stepped forward with his right leg, he had already drawn his gun from his waist, aiming it at the enemy a dozen ters ahead with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye!
As he aid the gun at the man wearing a Happy Mask, the short, slender man heard a gunshot in his ear. Before he could discern with his eyes, he instinctively twisted his head and felt severe pain in his left ear!
Enduring the intense pain, the short, slender man shook his right hand and fired at the man wearing a Happy Mask, aiming straight for his face!
The short, slender man was absolutely confident that this shot would be fatal!
However, as he heard the sound of his own gun, he also heard the particularly domineering shot of the Desert Eagle, a scene as thrilling as it was terrifying. Two bullets collided, with the second shot from the man wearing a Happy Mask intercepting the bullet fired by the short, slender man!
This was unbelievable!
In shock, a third bullet arrived, piercing straight through the heart of the short, slender man!
In the final mont of life, the short, slender man recalled that throughout his life, he had seen only three people with such incredible gun skills. Two were won, and the man was a legendary figure in the Netherworld.
As life was about to fade away, the short, slender man said to the man wearing a Happy Mask, "It’s worth it to die by your hand."
Seeing his greatest assurance so easily killed before him, Yu Zhiyuan was dumbstruck, unable to react for a mont.
"Boring; let’s get you going, then." Saying this, the man wearing a Happy Mask once again pressed the weapon to Yu Zixiao’s forehead.
Unlike before, the barrel was cold before the bullet was fired, and that gaping barrel made people feel cold from the heart; now, Yu Zixiao could distinctly feel the barrel was hot. This heat instantly scorched his seemingly strong heart.
This feeling was like Yu Zixiao’s heart was placed on a hot skillet, already oiled, with his entire being suffering from frying and tornt!
"Bang."
Suddenly, the man wearing a Happy Mask mimicked a gunshot sound with his mouth. At that mont, Yu Zixiao broke down completely, screaming like a madman, clutching his head, spewing words that sounded confused. He spoke so quickly that he was hard to understand, and in others’ eyes, Yu Zixiao seed to have gone mad.
The man wearing a Happy Mask stomped hard on the wound on Yu Zixiao’s left leg, making him wail continuously. ntally collapsing, Yu Zixiao turned to look at his father, believing deep in his subconscious that only the one closest to him could help, only he could save him.
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