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Zhou Hui saw a flash of viciousness in Xiang Zai's eyes.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Zhou Hui's heart was already in his throat. He secretly looked behind him.

He didn't know when they had started, but the Qing Gang members that he had just brought were trapped there just like him.

Although there were many people from the Qing Gang, they had no one in their hands. Thus, they could only submit to them.

At this moment, Zhou Hui looked over at Zhuo, and suddenly grabbed his wrist, kicking out with his other foot.

It was as fast as lightning.

When I reacted, I saw Zhou Hui firmly grab onto my wrist, and he had already turned to the side.

No matter what, he couldn't hit Zhou Hui now.

Vizo also panicked. He quickly struggled.

Unfortunately, he wasn't as strong as Zhou Hui in the first place. In addition, he only had one arm, so he was at a disadvantage when fighting with Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui, you bastard! Let go of me! Let go of me! Ahh!

He looked to his side in despair. He saw that the brothers from the Shang Ye Gang whom he had brought over, wanted to come and help him when they saw his current condition.

But he didn't have the strength to pull back.

This was originally a trap they had set up for Zhou Hui, but they didn't think that Zhou Hui would flip it so easily. The entire situation instantly fluctuated.

Although he struggled with all of his might, it didn't pose any threat to Zhou Hui. Zhou Hui had already trapped him in his hands.

He looked at Zhou Hui in despair, then exerted force and pulled the trigger.

With a "pa" sound, a brother in front of him was shot in the shoulder.

He cried out miserably, covering the wound on his shoulder. However, Zhou Hui was still able to see the blood that seeped out from the gaps between his fingers.

Although he didn't know if that person was a member of the Qing Gang, Zhou Hui was still very angry at the scene.

No matter what, it was a person. What if his shot had hit the heart instead of the shoulder?

A living person had no life in front of him.

Just this alone made Zhou Hui very angry.

His hand clenched into a fist, and he directly punched at Zuo, fiercely punching him a few times before stopping.

Gazing at Zhuo, already dizzy from his beating, he was at a loss of what to do.

His face was green and purple.

Even his eyes had turned purple.

Zhou Hui directly snatched the gun from his hands, and this time, it was his turn to hold the gun against Zuo's head.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the upper echelons panicked.

It was the same with Zo, he woke up from his stupor in an instant.

Seeing the gun in his mind, even his voice had changed.

"Zhou Hui, you, be careful. Don't go off fire. This isn't a joke. Zhou Hui, I …" One of the men stammered and couldn't even say a single word.

He looked at Zhou Hui, his eyes wide. He didn't know what to say, so he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

At this time, some of the brothers from the Shang Ye gang panicked and shouted, "Zhou Hui, you let my third brother go."

Zhou Hui sneered, "Let him go, do you think I'm stupid?"

He turned to Zhou Hui and carefully said, "Zhou Hui, spare me!"

Just as he spoke, he was interrupted by Zhou Hui.

"Xiang Zuo, I haven't misheard, right? What time is it? "You're still telling me to spare your life? I've already heard your words many times, no less than three times. You've been begging for mercy in front of me time and time again, yet now you've appeared in front of me again and again, wanting to kill me.

Hearing Zhou Hui's words, he panicked even more. He didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

Xiang Zuo really wanted to run away, but the cold handgun was pressed against his forehead. If he ran away, then if Zhou Hui shot, he would die on the spot.

"No, no, definitely not." Just as he finished his sentence, he felt as if his throat was filled with glue and was unable to open his mouth.

As for him, he was blocked by Zhou Hui to the point that he couldn't even say a word.

When Zhou Hui saw him like this, he coldly snorted and then wrapped his arms around Zuo Wuji's neck. He changed the direction of the gun and pointed it at his temple.

He stood there looking at everyone on the boat.

"Everyone listen up, your third brother's life is in my hands. If I move my fingers, he'll be dead. You better think carefully, don't let the gun in your hands go off."

Everyone in the audience listened to Zhou Hui's words. Let alone shooting, they didn't even dare to move, afraid that Zhou Hui would pull the trigger.

Seeing them submit, Zhou Hui helplessly curled his lips, "Wei Zuo, weren't you very capable just now?" I want to see how you can kill me this time. "

Just as he finished his sentence, he heard a sudden gust of wind, followed by the sound of something chirping towards him.

Zhou Hui suddenly frowned. In his heart, he was boiling with anger.

At the same time, he quickly pulled Zo around in a circle.

The moment he stopped, he saw Wei Zuo scream in pain, then he desperately tried to cover his shoulder, but he couldn't reach that place no matter how hard he tried.

This was where his left shoulder had been.

The sound that Zhou Hui heard just now was from the gun with the silencer.

He had also discovered that someone was sneakily shooting at him, so Zhou Hui quickly switched seats with Zuo Zuo.

He just happened to dodge the bullet, but he wasn't so lucky as to be able to block the bullet for Zhou Hui.

Zhou Hui looked in that direction and saw a man looking at him with guilt across his face. After noticing Zhou Hui's gaze, he immediately panicked and wanted to squeeze into the crowd.

At this moment, Zhou Hui suddenly raised his hand and pulled the trigger.

With a "pa" sound, he then saw that the man had already fallen down. His eyes stared blankly. He tightly stared at Zhou Hui as he held onto his chest.

Zhou Hui sneered and looked towards Zuo, "It seems like your subordinates aren't that smart."

At this moment, Caesar was in so much pain that his forehead was covered in sweat, and his lips were starting to turn white.

However, compared to the pain in his body, Wei Zuo was currently filled with despair.

"My arm, my arm," he cried, his voice hoarse with despair.

However, Zhou Hui felt that none of this was worth sympathizing with.

"Xunzo, this is all your own doing."

Right now, he only knew that he had already lost his left hand.