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After a pause, the man raised his gun again, his long middle finger resting on the trigger, "Anyone who touches my woman either doesn't exist or, better off dead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Nanjue squeezed the trigger without hesitation!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Three gunshots!
They rang out without pause!
"Ah—Even with intense training, getting shot in the back of the left hand and both legs was overwhelmingly painful. Li Qin couldn't help but cry out. He fell forward onto the ground, his face instantly turning pale, "Young… Young Master…"
"There are two bullets left," Mo Nanjue's face remained cold as he swiftly disassembled the gun, tossing it in front of Li Qin with a flick, "Go dump yourself into the sea. If you're still alive after a day, put this gun back together and come find me."
With that, his pitch-black eyes scanned over the men in black behind him, "Whoever dares to help, I'll make sure they understand what 'better off dead' means!"