No Blood Shed!

Clang!

Luo Wenyao's mini storm bolter dropped to the ground together with the right hand that was holding it.

He seemed to be gradually swallowed by an invisible swamp, and his face couldn't have been more rigid and weird. He tried to lower his head to check his broken hand, but he could not move his jaw at all.

Three seconds later, the powerful blood pressure heaved the head and tossed it to the side of the broken right hand. There was still a look of confusion on his face.

The headless torso shivered for a moment and fell backward, not knowing what happened at all up to the moment of death.

Looking at the dead body of his deputy that had been cut into three pieces by one attack, Yun Chenghua yelled and stopped his personal guards from attacking. With a gloomy face, he stared at Lei Chenghu thoughtfully again and said in a shivering voice, "Luo Wenyao was your guy… But why did you remind me?"