A trail of fresh blood appeared on the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
This Martial Arts Expert's blood was too pure, with a heavy scent.
Yang Fei's left hand revealed a Desert Eagle, and his smile was full of malice.
"You think I only know how to use a heavy machine gun?"
Nuannuan could hardly believe her eyes.
This guy actually pulled out a pistol under Oskilov's nose and successfully fooled him!
In the void, Oskilov let out a long sharp howl, filled with anger, stabbing so fiercely that Nuannuan had to cover her ears.
"Kid, you're dead. No matter where you go to the end of the world, I won't rest until you're dead!"
Oskilov roared, his voice sometimes near, sometimes far, elusive.
Oskilov never dreamed he would be wounded by such an ant.
This humiliation made him hate Yang Fei to the core.
Nuannuan was horrified to hear Oskilov's voice.
His voice was baffling, the location ever-changing, even ten times faster than a wasp's flight.
