The important thing is...
The opponent is clutching a gun that gleams with a sinister cold light!
Looking at this gun.
Zhuge Rong's eyes went straight, he stared fixedly at Xu Liang's unguarded back, his thoughts growing more extreme, the veins on his forehead bulging intensely.
'I can't die; how can someone like me die because of a prostitute...'
'I can't die... I still can't die...'
'I'm a shareholder of Cross Ferry... I'm Zhuge Rong!!!'
Zhuge Rong's eyes turned more extreme, his breathing grew rugged.
In a haze, he seemed to have resolved something.
The next second.
Suddenly, he lifted his leg and walked forward.
"Pop!"
He directly picked up the gun from John's lifeless hands, as if in a state of hysteria, staring at Xu Liang's departing silhouette, he started chasing.
The distance between the two grew ever smaller.
Until....
"Xu Liang!"
Zhuge Rong suddenly stopped walking and shouted loudly.
Xu Liang in front paused and instinctively turned his head back.
