Leng Zirui continued firing, several bullets separately shot into the remaining blood bags inside Leng Zimo's body.
Although he had a bulletproof vest on, the bullets couldn't penetrate his body, but at such a close distance, the powerful impact still made his eyebrows knit in pain. When Leng Zirui finally shot his chest, Leng Zimo just wobbled and fell sitting on the ground, then lay down on the carpet.
Blowing lazily at the gun's muzzle, Leng Zirui stepped over to Leng Zimo, looking down at him.
"Brother, you know, I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Leng Zimo frowned, rolling his eyes, "Did I ever offend you?"
