"Ah!"
A shriek filled the air, the coarse voice clearly not belonging to a woman. Luo Qingtian fiercely gripped his wrist, a bullet piercing through his palm, leaving the entire hand bloodied and mangled.
Blood stained the handle of the gun, and the pistol in his hand had already fallen to the ground. Luo Qingtian suddenly raised his head, looking in the direction from which the gunshot had come.
He saw Bobby standing not far away, with a cigarette between his lips, looking at Luo Qingtian with a cold smile. Bobby chuckled, "Director Luo, how's my marksmanship? I guarantee it'll injure the skin, flesh, bone, and even the sinews!
You won't be able to touch a woman for a year and a half with this hand."
"Bobby! You actually dared to fire at me?! Are you fucking insane?!"
Bobby clutched his stomach, laughing loudly towards the sky, "Director Luo, what's the situation now? Haven't you figured it out yet? Who's really insane here?
