Jiang Guangrong turned around and opened fire again: "Right? Does Zhao Junkai have a command that brave?"
"Halfway again? Aren't you afraid that he'll hit you?" Zheng Xueyun said, "Speaking of being brave, even if you're like a Heavenly God, there's still no bravery!"
"I rely on it!" Jiang Guangrong rolled his eyes. "Then I'll throw you down and wait for Zhao Junkai to rescue you!"
"Haha..." Zheng Xueyun's mouth gradually widened into a smile. Several spots on Jiang Guangrong's right shoulder were stained with Zheng Xueyun's blood.
Zuo Muyang looked at the duck flying away dangerously, his anger increasing. Every time Jiang Guangrong pointed his gun at the crowd, they quickly dodged. Even when Jiang Guangrong fired several times without hitting, the crowd was only frightened. Zuo Muyang grew more angry. Holding an iron stick, he shouted, "Don't be afraid to die, chase me!~"
