With all his strength, Jiao Yang lunged forward, tackling him to the cabin floor.
Luo Ke had just pulled out half of his gun, which slipped to the ground, as Jiao Yang pressed him down with one hand and grabbed a syringe with the other to stab it into him.
Bam!
Luo Ke swung his fist, hitting Jiao Yang's chin, then grabbed his hand holding the syringe. Luo Ke sharply twisted it, pinning Jiao Yang under him.
With one hand clutching Jiao Yang's nape, Luo Ke forcefully twisted Jiao Yang's right hand that clutched the syringe in the opposite direction.
Jiao Yang could not endure the pain, and although he gritted his teeth to hold on, Luo Ke still managed to seize the syringe from him.
"It seems I underestimated you," Luo Ke sneered, pressing the syringe to his neck, gently inserting the needle, "Now, Duke, have a good sleep!"
Bang!
A bullet whistled through the air, shooting in from outside the helicopter door, grazing Luo Ke's arm, leaving a black-red scorch mark.
