With a bang, Qian Zheng fell against the door, then cried out miserably, sliding down next to it.
Yao Siyuan, covering his mouth in fright, trembled violently; his beach shorts still not pulled up, he plopped down on the ground.
The soldier who fired the shot scratched his head, slightly embarrassed: "I forgot the outside door was sealed shut. Sorry about that, hang in there; after all, it hit your leg, didn't take your life. At most... you'll end up as a cripple."
Qian Zheng lay on the ground, screaming continuously, his right leg bleeding profusely, staining the carpet red.
Two soldiers walked over, dragged Qian Zheng back, and opened the door.
Some local police entered from outside.
