Jiangling City's waters are too deep. Sun Liehu, merely a small-time leader of the Menghu Gang, couldn't get a grip on it.
The moment the gunfire sounded, his heart had already shrunk back.
He knew that if he didn't run away, there was no telling when he might be shot in the head just like his three Boxing Kings.
As for who killed his son, he didn't want to investigate, nor did he have the courage to do so.
Having extinguished his cigarette, Sun Liehu took the driver's seat, stepped hard on the gas pedal, and quickly vanished into the dark night.
...
"Mister Mo, we meet again."
Atop an anonymous high-rise, Liu Yuanxi set down her sniper rifle, found a chair to sit in, and pretended to casually drink red wine, though her lips quivered slightly.
She truly couldn't fathom how Mo Han had managed to dodge the bullets; theoretically, even a martial artist of the Innate Realm couldn't react in about 0.12 seconds to dodge bullets.