She held the handgun with both hands, the dark muzzle pointed at his head.
Her voice was serious
"Given your thick skin and flesh, getting shot probably wouldn't do much."
Almost at the moment her words fell, a bang sounded.
A gunshot fired.
Unfortunately, Su Yan was really not adept with these weapons.
So much so that the shot that was aimed at his forehead, due to the recoil of the gun, went awry and pierced through his ear.
In the silent night, the sound of the gunshot, accompanied by the scream of the middle-aged woman, rang out.
Instantly, it attracted everyone who was sleeping, not sleeping, and even those patrolling outside.
With a loud bang, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and Ye Liang was the first to enter, his face expressionless.
He first glanced at Su Yan, saw that she was holding a gun, and then at the strong man lying on the ground, his right cheek covered in blood.
