At this moment, on a tall building 3,000 meters away from the open-air restaurant where Park Chan-young was.
Jordan was using a futuristic high-tech rifle that only the eight great families had. He was aiming at Park Chan-young's leg.
"Park Chan-young, f*ck you. I just left South Korea and you kidnapped my mother-in-law from the capital. How dare you touch my family? How can I let you off?!"
Jordan was aiming straight at Park Chan-young. He had promised Lota that he would not kill Park Chan-young, but that did not mean that he would not hurt him at all!
Regardless, to the Park family, who had such advanced medical skills, being shot was like being punched. It was no big deal. Jordan had just shot Park Chan-young two days ago and he could already walk around as if nothing had happened.
He felt annoyed. Park Chan-young had not suffered enough! Therefore, Jordan aimed at Park Chan-young's leg and fired again!
Swoosh!