Zhou Yang saw the situation and felt anxious. Ye Hao looked at them and sneered, "You really don't know?"
He Hua replied with a hum, and Ji Zhengxue nodded.
Only Zhou Yang hesitated, torn about whether to speak. Once he spoke, it would be tantamount to betraying God by divulging internal information, and he knew well how powerful God's influence was. Just amongst those they knew, there were no less than twenty people stronger than them.
After holding out for a while, Zhou Yang shook his head and said he didn't know.
Ye Hao laughed, handling the Desert Eagle as if it might accidentally discharge...
"Bang!"
The bullet was fired inches away from Zhou Yang's heart, passing through him and carrying a mist of blood out the back.
