Teach You A Lesson With No Room For Discussion
Editor: Henyee Translations
Qin Maosheng, who was shot in the wrist, couldn't help but scream. His scream was almost inaudible among the gunshots.
He could only blame himself for screaming. He couldn't make any more sounds. Blood kept flowing out of the bloody hole in his throat. This time, there were no more bodyguards to bandage his wound to stop the hemostatic.
Qin Maosheng recognized who the black figure was.
It was the Asian man beside Cobra who he didn't like. He was saved!
He was elated, but before he could show his happiness, his face was covered by greater horror.
If the other party wanted to save him, why did he shoot his wrist?
He wasn't here to save him. He was here to kill him.
Looking at the black figure squatting in front of him, Qin Maosheng asked in pain, "Who are you?"
He used a few awkward sentences of Mandarin that he knew. This meant that he had a guess in his heart and guessed that Xia Jinyuan was Chinese.
"Cobra… Cobra…"