CLICK!
BANG!
Zhao Jun pulled the trigger, but heard nothing. He pulled it again, and this time it fired.
But the moment Zhao Jun appeared, the leopard leaped to its feet and shot off in an instant.
By the time the gun went off, the leopard had already vanished without a trace.
"Fuck!" Zhao Jun looked up at where the leopard had disappeared into the woods and swore in frustration.
After cursing, he raised the gun in his hand as if to smash it, but he hesitated and lowered it again.
Zhao Jun turned and started back down. He'd only taken a few steps when he saw Zhang Yuanmin scrambling up the slope on his short legs.
He had started running up after hearing the gunshot.
As soon as he arrived, he saw Zhao Jun walking toward him with the gun. Zhang Yuanmin rushed forward and asked, "Brother, did you get it?"
"Get what?" Zhao Jun snapped, thrusting the gun in front of Zhang Yuanmin. "What is this piece of junk? Why'd it misfire?"
