The arm was in pain, and Luo Ke's gun flew out and landed far away on the grass.
Without the gun, Luo Ke immediately swung his hand, which wore the Poison Ring.
Leng Zimo dodged backwards, and Luo Ke took the opportunity to flip over, pinning him down beneath, a punch came down and the gleaming poison fang aimed at Leng Zimo's throat.
Raising his hand, Leng Zimo tightly grasped his wrist, then reversed the grip with a knife.
Puff!
Luo Ke's shirt was immediately slit open by a foot-long cut, flesh, and blood gushed out.
The pain flared up on his body, Luo Ke's brows furrowed even more, he raised his hand to grab Leng Zimo's knife-wielding hand, pressing down hard with his right hand, forcing the poison fang closer to Leng Zimo's face.
Leng Zimo was exerting force too, pushing the tip of the knife closer to his throat.
Behind the shrubs, Leng Zirui had also pinned the bodyguard underneath him, twisting his legs forcefully.
