"Be my bodyguard. You cannot say no."

Bang!

Bang!

...

Bang!

For them to call themselves the Gods of the Bullet, one would probably have expected the members of the Bullet Gods Gang to be proficient in handling firearms. But Chou Lanxing's bullets hit nothing but the glass vase placed atop the coffee table.

Hearing glass breaking, Chou Lanxing could only smile grimly as his remaining hope shattered altogether with that glass vase.

But he could not give up now!

If he would die here today, then he should bring this woman who killed his brothers down with him!

Roaming his gaze everywhere, Chou Lanxing could not see Wang Rouxi anywhere.

But soon, his unsightly expression was filled with mockery.

'Thought you could hide from me, huh?'

From his kneeling position, Chou Lanxing could see Wang Rouxi's silhouette in his four o'clock direction.

Pulling another gun out of his hip holster, Chou Lanxing now held a gun in each hand.