Then there was another shot, piercing through the tip of his shoe, but not even grazing a toe.
Just as the pretty boy thought Yaen Chi's shooting was inaccurate, maybe just using props to scare people, a sudden shot came down, with him leaning against a scrapped SUV behind him, the large tire giving him no room to retreat. Panicking, his mind went blank, not knowing how to escape, instinctively raising his hands to hold his head.
The gunshot rang.
He wasn't hit.
The pretty boy tentatively peeked out.
Goodness!
It wasn't a miss; it was aimed directly at the crotch, creating a hole!
Each shot was crafty; seemingly off-target but terrifyingly precise!
"You..."
The pretty boy opened his mouth, but the words couldn't come out. His people suddenly began to riot, hurriedly drawing their weapons.
"Young master!"
"Damn! Who's the bastard that dared to touch our young master!"
