Dragon Tiger Prison!
Editor: Atlas Studios
Cao Yanzhong's cheek was cut by the bullet, and blood flowed out.
Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his back was drenched in sweat.
For a moment just now, he felt death approaching.
As a Commander-in-Chief, this was the first time he had such a feeling.
Moreover, he was also a Martial Warrior, so he could naturally sense it.
Be it the speed or power of the bullet that Yang Luo had thrown out just now, it was much more terrifying than the gun in his hand.
If this kid really wanted to kill him, he would probably have been shot in the head just now.
What realm had this kid stepped into?
Just how strong was he?
Yang Luo smiled and said, "Aiya, I'm sorry. My hand slipped just now."
Upon hearing this, the veins on Cao Yanzhong's forehead twitched.
Your hand slipped?
It would be a miracle if I believed you!