I'm begging you, have mercy

"Third uncle, is this a human?" Jiro Lala's voice trembled slightly.

This time, he didn't see clearly who did it even when he was standing at the side. It was as if no one had moved, which made her feel extremely terrified.

She had experienced this feeling of helplessness before, but she didn't expect her third uncle to feel the same way. They didn't even see who had done it.

Zhou Hao looked at their dumbfounded expressions and couldn't help but smile. They didn't even know who did it, yet they dared to say that they were the scapegoats.

His imagination was really running wild!

Now, not only Jiro Lala was afraid, but even her third uncle couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party only snatched the gun from his hand.

If he were to casually give him a fatal blow, he would only be waiting for death.