Tao's movements instantly froze.
How is that possible? Those were three grenades! He couldn't believe the outcome, preferring to think it was all his imagination.
But the hot muzzle pressed against his forehead told him this was no dream.
BANG.
Before Tao could even utter a plea for mercy, the indifferent Chu Feng pulled the trigger.
THUD.
The sound of the body hitting the floor was somewhat muted. The fallen Tao, his eyes wide open in death, stared straight at the outstretched arm of the weapon shop owner.
Chu Feng walked out of the weapon shop. He scanned the vicinity; it was very quiet. Then, he looked up at the sky, where thin clouds veiled nothing out of the ordinary.
Hasn't this Demon noticed what's going on here yet?
Chu Feng frowned and turned his gaze toward another direction—the adjacent street. From there, intermittent gunfire could still be faintly heard.
I'll take another walk down that street. I refuse to believe you've gone blind.
