Relying solely on bare hands, he directly squeezed the armor-piercing bullet carrying immense kinetic energy dead in his palm.
"Ding."
Fang Cheng released his left hand.
A severely deformed, scorching metal chunk fell to the floor.
At the same time, his right hand suddenly exerted force, five fingers tightened.
"Uh... cough cough..."
Du Juan let out a painful groan.
Her face turned purple-red due to severe lack of oxygen, her eyes rolled back.
The slender neck bones emitted a burdened cracking sound.
The man wearing the Evil Ghost Mask was evidently intent on killing.
"Spare her!"
Pei Tianci hastily shouted out.
He dared not attempt a second shot, fearing he might completely anger the opponent.
Fang Cheng didn't release his grip, still holding the dying Du Juan:
"Disarm all the bombs on site, I can release this woman and the guy on the floor."
