Brother Jackal was momentarily stunned, barely grasping the deeper meaning in Xi Luo's words, when the man standing beside the door in a mask suddenly fired, hitting Brother Jackal's knee.
The gunshot rang out sharply in the night, blood splattering everywhere. Xi Luo distastefully shuffled two steps aside, "Blood's all over me. Couldn't you shoot him in the head?"
"If I shot him in the head, what splatters wouldn't be just blood."
The moment the man removed his mask, Zong Zhan's sharply defined face appeared, bearing a hint of anger.
Brother Jackal, shot but silent, supported himself against the wall and slowly looked up at Zong Zhan, "Master Zong..."
"Are you gonna crawl away yourself or should I send three more shots to your forehead?"
Xi Luo abruptly lifted her gaze, biting her lip while scrutinizing Zong Zhan.
In a setting like this, she had to be cautious about what she said to prevent Brother Jackal from getting any leverage.
