In the distance, Shang Dong witnessed all this, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes. He frowned tightly, muttering to himself, "How could it be? How could that kid not be hit?" His gaze coldly fixed on Flame, he once again raised the gun in his hand, preparing to pull the trigger.
However, at that moment, a gunshot sounded from behind him. Shang Dong's heart tightened, but it was too late to evade. A bullet pierced through his chest, blood spurting out. He uttered a muffled groan, clutching his chest, his eyes filled with unwillingness.
The shooter was Flying Eagle. After dealing with the Mantis, he rushed over to join Flame. Seeing Shang Dong preparing to shoot at Flame, he unhesitatingly pulled the trigger.
The remaining mercenaries sensed something was wrong and immediately turned back to protect Shang Dong. But their prowess was far inferior to that of Flying Eagle and Flame, and they were quickly taken down one by one by the trio.
