Wang Zhanting watched Xiao Lin behind him in terror, as if he had appeared between him and Shao Weihua like a ghost. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide in surprise. "It's, it's you!"
These seemingly nonsensical words probably only made sense to him, but Xiao Lin understood. He gently touched Wang Zhanting's neck with one hand; the warmth of his fingers was not cold, yet it sent a chill through him.
At this moment, Shao Weihua also noticed Xiao Lin and unhesitatingly fired a bullet at him. Wang Zhanting screamed, but it was too late.
With just one hand, Xiao Lin exerted force, using Wang Zhanting's neck as a pivot to leap into the air. The speed of his movement far outpaced that of the bullet. Just a "thud" was heard, the sound of the bullet piercing flesh.
Shao Weihua was also dumbstruck. The bullet was supposed to hit Xiao Lin's back, but now it directly penetrated Wang Zhanting's abdomen, blood seeping from the bullet hole.
