Yang Fei and Mi Duo formed a squad, cautiously feeling their way forward.
The Turtle Extreme within him was spinning, the ominous premonition growing stronger.
At this moment, Yang Fei stopped.
He heard extremely faint breathing coming from behind an advertising showcase in front.
The opponent was obviously an expert in stealth, with each breath drawn long and silent.
Yang Fei felt a sensation of steel needles piercing his brow.
He knew the opponent's gun was already aimed at him, and the finger was on the trigger, about to pull.
This feeling was terrifying, but for a veteran like Yang Fei, it was routine.
Yang Fei calculated the distance, then casually took two steps forward.
Suddenly, he bent over and lunged like a leopard.
Bang!
Almost at the instant Yang Fei lunged forward, the opponent fired, the bullet burning through the air, grazing his scalp.
Simultaneously, Yang Fei's Triangular Military Spike struck like a poisonous snake behind the showcase.
Thunk!
