"Good thing I reacted quickly!"
Mr. Ning clambered up from the ground in a sorry state and desperately dashed toward the iron frame.
"Thank heaven you're okay!"
Seeing a shadow rush rapidly toward the iron frame, Lin Tian finally swallowed the heart lodged in his throat.
Unknowingly, due to tension, his palms, forehead, and back were drenched in sweat.
Hiding behind the iron frame, Mr. Ning grinned widely, his pitch-black face revealing gleaming white teeth.
He made an OK gesture towards Lin Tian and spat fiercely: "Damn it, now it's my turn to make you taste bullets!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
It's undeniable, those like Mr. Ning who are professionally trained are indeed different from amateurs like Lin Tian.
Fast, accurate, ruthless.
Basically, anyone Mr. Ning set his eyes on, and if he had the chance to shoot, it was definitely a one-shot kill.
He gave no chance for the opponent to be injured or catch a breath.
