The moment He Ao's voice fell, the short-haired man had already raised his hand and aimed at He Ao.
His palm opened wide, and brilliant light burst forth.
At the same time, gang members on both sides slowly squeezed the triggers with their fingers.
All of this happened in a flash; these gang members were clearly Black Wolf Gang's elites, fully aware of when to coordinate their attacks.
But He Ao's expression didn't change; his body had already dodged to the side the moment the short-haired man raised his hand.
At the same time, he pulled his hands out of his pockets, revealing two pitch-black pistols.
The brilliant laser almost grazed his chest, streaking into the dim, misty heavens.
As the laser extinguished, He Ao had already stepped forward, charging at the short-haired man who was continuing to aim with one hand while using the other to support his body, struggling to get up.
The short-haired man didn't expect He Ao to dare charge at him in such circumstances.
