Chapter 109 Our Turf_2

The close-range handgun bullet struck Cen Dongsheng, piercing through his clothes, yet was stopped by his formidable physique. In the next second, the bullet was ejected from his elastic muscles.

Only one walking corpse remained. He walked over, lifted his foot, and delivered a left front kick, sending the target flying. It soared seven to eight meters into the air, reminiscent of a scene from a slapstick cartoon.

"Bang!"

The corpse slammed against the distant wall, shattering with a dull thud, its body parts exploding outward, splattering flesh and brain matter across the wall.

A few bits landed on a girl, both on her body and face. She turned pale, almost shrieking, but when she noticed Cen Dongsheng's gaze glance over her, she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand in fright.

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Cen Dongsheng took several breaths to clear away all the monsters in front of him.