C352 Roll

The bullet was accurate, leaving a deviation in its trajectory as it shot at Rong Jinchu - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Rong Jinchu, who was standing there gracefully, suddenly bent his long legs and knelt on one knee.

On his chest, blood soaked the fabric of his clothes and dyed it red.

More and more blood.

His face was getting paler and paler