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Following the red spray of blood came the appearance of Shen Zeming, holding a gold card stained crimson. He had used it to pierce and stab the space between the eyebrows of Lin Wei, the cashier, who now collapsed dead to the floor.

“What the—” The two armed guards were momentarily stunned. However, they quickly regained their composure, raising their Desert Eagles and preparing to take aim. But Shen Zeming was already in motion.

He ducked, avoiding the line of sight of their weapons, and slid forward with fluid ease. His hands moved like snakes, striking with precision. The sharp crack of breaking bones echoed as he slapped one guard’s wrists, eliciting a groan of pain and a scream. Before the guard could pull the trigger, Shen Zeming snatched the Desert Eagle from his grasp.

CRUSH!