The gun in his hand exploded instantly, turning Yao Fuguang's hand into a mist of blood.
A perfectly good hand, gone just like that, for an ordinary person, the shock was immense.
Shangguan Xin, Zuo Wenchang, and Tan Weiwei, all three women, screamed simultaneously, panicked, they ran together to the corner, their faces ghostly pale.
Yao Fuguang let out a horrific roar that seemed to pierce the skies.
The severe pain made him roll on the ground, continuously wailing.
It wasn't just Yao Fuguang.
The middle-aged man standing next to Yao Fuguang also couldn't escape when the gun exploded.
Countless shards of metal disfigured his entire face, turning it into a bloody mess; he then covered his face and screamed in agony.
Shi Ke Fan, who had been thrown out by Lin Tian and hadn't managed to get up yet, had a deathly pale face, his legs trembling, a stream of yellow liquid flowed from the bottom of his pants.
