After Xiao Tian disappeared along the bullet's trajectory, Lu Sen, before he could even feel surprised, witnessed a scene that filled him with overwhelming regret.
Lu Kai, who was in the process of being amputated, was shot in the temple. A rush of red and white fluid gushed from the wound.
The doctor holding the electric saw, the nurse holding the syringe, as well as Lu Kai's hooligan friends and the onlookers stood frozen in place, incredulously watching Lu Kai's blood cover the stone table, dripping down one by one...
"Murder!"
A terrified shout suddenly erupted from the crowd. The muscular man and the backpacker from earlier no longer cared about the 500 yuan bet and, along with the crowd, squeezed their way to escape the scene.
Lu Sen, having run only two steps, collapsed helplessly to the ground. The gun in his hand fell out, yet he still desperately crawled toward his nephew's body.
