Suspended in mid-air, Jin Haohun watched Chu Ge, who was standing up on the edge of the rooftop in the distance, with an extremely complex expression.
Impressive, truly impressive, even more so than I imagined! Just for this move alone, Park Sungjin's defeat at his hands was not simply due to carelessness...
Jin Haohun secretly sighed and then his gaze sharpened; this was clearly not the time to admire his opponent, as this death duel was far from over!
He still had more than one trump card up his sleeve!
Quickly reaching into a pocket, Jin Haohun pulled out an object shaped like a handgun but with a caliber as thick as the combined width of three adult fingers and about twenty centimeters long. He looked toward the building's outer wall and fiercely pulled the trigger.
"Thwack!"
With a soft sound, a barely visible dark line shot out into the night, followed by a shattering crash as a twelfth-floor window burst into pieces.
