Li Gang let out a miserable cry, his legs went soft, and he fell to his knees.
Blood gushed from his wound, staining his trouser legs red. His face turned deathly pale, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his lips trembled, and he could no longer speak.
"Heh heh!"
Ma Zi laughed smugly, satisfied with his marksmanship.
Li Gang's trusted aides saw this, feeling both shocked and furious, yet dared not make the slightest move.
They knew that as long as they showed any signs of unrest, the powerful weapon in Ma Zi's hand could mercilessly shoot through their heads.
The soldiers in the camp were also stunned by this scene. They had been wondering what mistake Li Gang had made to be suddenly taken down.
But upon hearing Xiao Zhengfei announce that Zhao Zun would take over the garrison of Yong'an City, many of their eyes lit up.
"Is Mr. Zhao coming back?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.
"Great! Mr. Zhao is finally going to command the troops again!"
