Every word he uttered, dripping with hostility, ruthlessly pierced her heart, leaving a pain that cut to the bone!
"Trying to mess with me? Mess with my wife? You're not qualified!"
"Swoosh!"
The moment Mo Chuxi's words fell, the bullet roared out of the gun barrel. Silenced by the suppressor, it silently and sharply tore through Jian Ziqing's right palm!
Blood splattered violently!
At the same time, Mo Chuxi reached out and pulled Yan Xinxin into his arms, turning her face toward the room's entrance to prevent her from seeing the bloody scene of him firing the gun!
"Ahhh——"
Jian Ziqing screamed in agony, crying endlessly, rolling on the ground.
Her entire right palm was almost completely stained with bright red blood.
But Mo Chuxi didn't stop there. He raised the gun again, aiming at Jian Ziqing's other hand, and fired another precise and ruthless shot!
"Ahhh—stop! Stop shooting! It hurts, it hurts… Help, someone help me!"
