It was too late to warn Long Yinxiao, and Long Yinxiao had already sensed the murderous intent approaching.
Without turning around, he fired a shot backward with one hand.
Accompanied by the sound of the gunshot, he turned around and fired another shot at Yan Nanxun, who dodged the bullet.
But Yan Nanxun's reaction speed was even faster than a bullet's; like a swift leopard, he leapt onto the wall, dodging Long Yinxiao's two shots. He stepped on the wall, forming a 90-degree angle with the ground, and charged toward Long Yinxiao!
As Long Yinxiao raised his gun again, a bitter taste filled his throat.
He cursed inwardly.
Could he have also been affected by the bluish smoke?
Yan Nanxun had no weapon in hand; he could break a person's neck with his bare hands.
Just as he was about to close in on Long Yinxiao, a puff of smoke sprayed toward Yan Nanxun's face.
