"Where the hell did this bastard come from... he's really tough."
Zhou Qingfeng cursed under his breath. He originally thought that one shot would be enough to incapacitate the opponent, but he didn't expect such a fierce counterattack even after the enemy was shot.
The figure downstairs also realized his dire situation. His thigh was bleeding profusely, the excruciating pain and blood loss continuously issuing warnings.
The opponent rolled on the floor, looking for cover. His gun muzzle occasionally aimed at the stairway, wary of Zhou Qingfeng rushing down from upstairs.
Soon, his vision started to blur, the negative effect of massive blood loss indicating that a major artery had been severed.
His violently beating heart was pumping blood out like a fountain. Without intervention, shock would be inevitable.
The figure bit down on his lip hard, forcing himself to stay conscious, while tearing off his clothes to bind his thigh wound.
