C797 Dragon Guard

Yue Yang threw his phone to the side and pulled the trigger. Fire lit up the muzzle of the gun, causing Ah Hao's heart to skip a beat.

His pupils violently contracted as he thought to himself, "I'm dead for sure this time."

"Hello?" Wang Ye's voice sounded.

With a slight kick, a bullet suddenly changed its trajectory, directly hitting a bottle of wine beside him.

Ah Hao panted heavily