Mo Nanjue let out a cold laugh and lifted his leg, taking a step forward.
Blood dripped from the wound on his right leg onto the ground.
The guard swallowed, intimidated by the powerful aura and actually stepped back while holding the gun.
Mo Nanjue reached towards his waist; he hadn't brought a gun. His fingers touched the dagger, and as he grasped it, he suddenly crouched down!
The guard was startled, thinking he was about to flee, quickly lowered the gun barrel. At that moment, Mo Nanjue swiftly flung the dagger, directly hitting his chest.
"You..." The guard's leg went soft, and his last word choked in his throat. Before he collapsed, he used all his strength to pull the trigger, bang!
People outside heard the gunshot, "He's over here!"
Mo Nanjue took a few steps back and leaped into the lake. Nannan didn't follow but suddenly ran off to the side. When he reappeared, he was followed by seven or eight large wolf dogs.
