"Swish!"
The sharp blade grazed past Fang Zheng's cheek, just as it was about to get close to him; his eyes narrowed sharply as he violently lunged to the side.
Danger!
"Bang!"
The gunshot rang out.
Unlike Su Weijun earlier, He Jiangdong's shooting was precise, swift, and concealed, firing backward through a gap between his arms.
Missing with one shot, he suddenly turned and repeatedly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
"Bang Bang!"
Fang Zheng was like a nimble snake, twisting and turning in the grass, his form ever-changing and his speed astonishingly fast, as he dodged behind a tree.
"Phew..."
He exhaled a breath of turbid air, and a layer of cold sweat quietly appeared on his forehead.
Lowering his gaze to his right leg, there was an obvious graze where a bullet had narrowly missed.
Good grief!
No wonder he's the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, truly insidious. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he might have already fallen.
Gun!
