"Your marital bond is so deep, I can't bear to separate you. I'll send you off together right now, so you have company on the road to the afterlife."
The man in black said this and then pulled the trigger. In a split second, Mark Reed kicked the gun out of the man's hand with both feet, but the bullet lodged in his chest. Bright red blood spurted out, soaking the black-clad man's clothes and mask.
If it were a one-on-one fight, the man in black would be no match for Mark Reed. Even with severe injuries, Mark's moves remained swift and precise, and a few consecutive kicks overwhelmed the man in black.
The man in black looked at the blood all over the ground and at the struggling Mark Reed with a cold sneer: "A dying struggle."
He didn't need to do anything else; he just had to watch Mark Reed bleed to death.
"Ugh..." Mark Reed couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
