The breathing of the group of people in charge of shooting also became a little heavier. Then, they continued to shoot at Xu Zixiu in a well-trained manner.
The space in the office wasn't big and empty, so it wasn't suitable for people to hide. Xu Zixiu's movements were inconvenient, but he still didn't choose to leave. Like a fierce demon dog of hell, his eyes flickered with a cold luster and a faint red light, but he smiled brightly. The curve of the corner of his mouth was raised, and his ordinary smile made people's hair stand on end. It explained the meaning of being a ghost.
He did not carry any weapons on him. Every part of his body was his weapon. When he jumped up, he jumped onto a person's back. He pursued speed and results. Under the situation where his hands and feet were inconvenient, he did not hesitate to lower his head and bite off the neck artery of a shooter.
