When leaving the house, he still chose a gun as the main tool for this mission. After all, firearms have their own advantages, with a range at a distance that cold weapons cannot achieve.
He shot a bullet at the driver's seat, hitting the originally shattered spot, adding another shot. The same position, the same hole, without any deviation. Such precision made Zhang Teng feel fear.
This wasn't the first time facing off against Xiao Lin. His prowess had left a significant impression in Zhang Teng's mind. If it was just dealing with the assassins they sent, he was confident he could avoid them, but facing Xiao Lin, he didn't have that chance.
