Having dodged the kidnapper's deadly shot, Ling Chen continued to keep moving. At the same time, his wrist snapped fiercely, and the bullet in his palm flew out, accurately entering through the right eye of the mask.
Ah!
He heard a painful scream, and the kidnapper quickly reached for his own eye, as blood gushed out from his fingertips.
Great opportunity!
Seizing the moment, Ling Chen moved swiftly like a gust of wind, rushing forward like a fierce cheetah. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the kidnapper, snatching the handgun from the other's grasp, and in a fluid motion, he scooped Little Hua into his arms and retreated from the kidnapper's side.
By this time, the kidnapper had already lifted the mask from his face, covering his right eye with one hand, squinting with his left eye, his gaze malevolent and fierce.