Scarface just couldn't manage it.
So, Zhang Beixing, employing his practiced technique, dodged the line of fire on one leg like a golden rooster and leaped away.
The bullets aimed at Zhang Beixing...
THUD THUD—
The good news was that the bullets hit their mark.
The bad news, however, was that they hit their own people.
Riddled with bullet holes, they looked like sprinklers.
Until his death, Scarface's face remained distorted with terror. It was unclear whether his fear was of Zhang Beixing or of the bullets fired by his own people.
But that didn't matter.
What mattered was that Zhang Beixing had made his move again.
Because he had dodged a volley of bullets, Zhang Beixing had put some distance between himself, the criminal organization, and the Tai Luo Kingdom's police.
