Yan Yu took two steps back and said to Yan Nuo, who was sitting on the sofa, "Trash, learn from me." With that, Yan Yu suddenly turned around, held the gun with both hands, and shot Vera several times.
The gunfire continued, one after another, almost toppling the roof.
Everyone felt their scalp tingle when they heard the series of gunshots. However, the woman who fired the gun was calm and composed the entire time. The recoil of the gun was so strong, but she did not even frown.
La Pu counted silently. Miss seemed to have fired ten times.
Yan Yu blew at the hot gun calmly like before. Then, she turned around and looked at Yan Nuo, who was on the sofa. Yan Nuo looked at her quietly like a good child. When he saw her looking over, he could not help but respect her.
She asked him, "Have you learned it?"
Yan Nuo shifted his gaze away from Yan Yu and looked at the blurry Vera. He didn't know what to say.