"Group Leader, don't blame me, this guy is really strong!" Zhao Haixing was frustrated. Who could have imagined that a seriously injured man could suddenly overpower him? Smelling the blood on the other man and feeling the oppressive aura, he hurriedly called out, worrying that any hesitation from the Group Leader could spell trouble for himself.
The Group Leader was pondering. Not answering would make the other party anxious and also secure the initiative. No matter what, he needed to steer the situation.
"Forget about waiting. With these wounds, I'm not going to bleed to death." Tang Zheng exerted force with his arm, twisting Zhao Haixing's head to the side, "I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll start the slaughter."
"Where is the enemy?" O'Reilly shivered, thinking she'd encountered a ghost.
Tang Zheng didn't reply. Suddenly, he moved the gun away and shot towards the left side. Before the other side could react, he again pressed the muzzle to Zhao Haixing's head.
