The ring men gathered around the revolver, admiring it while discussing how to divide it.
The subway slowed down and eventually came to a stop.
Lin Baici got off the train.
The others quickly followed.
Just as Lin Baici took a big stride to leap over the turnstile and walked a dozen meters ahead, he heard a gunshot behind him.
"Damn it!"
Li Yintong instinctively shrank back, glancing behind to see the man wearing the wedding ring, who had just jumped out of the turnstile, falling headfirst onto the ground.
Bang!
The head hit the ground with a loud noise, and blood started flowing.
"Ah!"
The ring man lay on the ground, clutching his thigh, screaming in pain.
Fresh blood flowed quickly, soaking his pants.
"What's going on?"
Hua Yue Yu was anxious, looking around: "Is there an enemy?"
"It must be a misfire!"
San Miyairi sneered.
Messing with taboo things?
Don't you see what kind of pathetic amateur you are,
Do you deserve it?
Really don't know the meaning of death!
