C800 It's Time to Let Them Have a Hearty Meal

A gunshot rang out again. The bullet pierced Ye Feng's palm, lacerating his skin and sending flesh flying everywhere.

Ye Feng let out a miserable scream. He looked at his right hand that had disappeared, and his eyes were filled with hatred. He turned around abruptly and roared at Zeng Yufan, like a dying beast letting out its last scream