Wei Sheng grinned, teeth gleaming under the flickering light. "Sure, sure…" he said, tilting his head. "As soon as I get a taste of her blood."
His mouth moved lower, closer to Shen Li's neck.
Qingran moved.
Two bullets fired in rapid succession, one to the neck, the other to the head.
Bang!
Bang!
Blood sprayed everywhere.
Landing on Shen Li as she screamed.
The impact sent Wei Sheng staggering, his head jerking to the side as dark crimson poured down his front. He dropped to one knee, his smile wiped clean.
But then… he laughed.
Low and raspy.
He was still laughing.
Even with two holes torn into him, he laughed.
Shen Li stared, frozen, her mouth parted in horror as blood splattered across her cheek and blouse.
She couldn't even scream again, her voice was gone.
Xu Tianming reacted first, dragging Shen Li behind him and shielding her with his body. He shouted something, but she didn't hear it.
The world had gone muffled.
Ruihuang and Yu Song were on Wei Sheng next.
