Zhu Bufan's gaze turned slightly cold, a glint of frost flashing through his eyes.
Although Zhu Bufan's speed was not as fast as a bullet, his reflexes were definitely much faster.
Just as Hong Jiu was about to pull the trigger, Zhu Bufan's body flashed beneath his feet, and he rolled away fiercely.
Bang!
The bullet almost grazed past Zhu Bufan, but did not harm him in the slightest.
Seeing that heart-stopping scene, Jiang Xinying was incredibly anxious; she had not expected Hong Jiu to still have a hidden gun.
"Damn it! Die! Just die!"
When Hong Jiu saw Zhu Bufan dodge the bullet, he roared like a mad dog, continuously pulling the trigger in a wild spray of shots.
"I'll see where you can hide now!"
Hong Jiu bellowed with raging fury, yet the gun in his hand started to tremble.
Because Zhu Bufan had not only dodged but was also completely unhurt, which made Hong Jiu start to panic.
