Mo Feng's face changed drastically, "Stop!"
The man turned a deaf ear, his finger swiftly moving towards the trigger.
Mo Feng gripped the gun in his hand tightly and charged forward, eyes filled with a bloodthirsty ferocity, like an enraged beast, an astonishing killing intent emanating from his body.
He shouted hoarsely, "I fucking told you to stop!"
"Bang—"
The gunshot sounded again, the dull noise breaking the peace of the night.
Bright red blood spattered, dyeing people's eyes red.
Huo Jingting stopped his steps that were hurrying over, stood there stunned for a few seconds, his body suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, unable to take another step forward.
Witnessing the sudden turn of events, even the three people were slightly distracted.
Mo Feng and his men quickly charged forward; mindful of Chengcheng, they didn't use guns and instead pinned the opponents to the ground barehanded.
