As Hardyron let out a roar, following the sound, one could see him now lying on the ground with blood gushing from his wounds, his entire body trembling violently.
Not only that, his previously decent complexion had drastically changed, his face had turned as pale as paper, devoid of any color.
The faint smell of gunpowder mixed with the strong scent of blood in the air, giving off an aura of terror and despair.
Now Hardyron, when faced with Lu Yu, had no ability to resist at all. He didn't call for help because he knew the soundproofing of this room was excellent, shouting until his voice broke would be useless!
"There are two bullets left!"
Opening his mouth coldly, Lu Yu once again aimed the Desert Eagle in his hand at Hardyron ahead, and said blandly, "Hold on, you are about to be liberated!"
Between his words, a hint of a sinister smile appeared at the corner of Lu Yu's mouth. He looked at Hardyron in front of him, his finger ready to pull the trigger!
