C200 Black Wood with Viciousness

Han Jiangshan, who was approaching the corner of the room, was panting intensely. The vein in his forehead was also throbbing intensely, causing his usually strict demeanor to disappear. At this moment, he was in a bad mood, slumped in a corner with his hand holding a gun and pressing down on the bone of Shui Se's shoulder.

"Shitou, Shitou." Without a bullet