Ya Jindou's eyebrows twitched as he poked his head out to take a look.
He didn't see Ya Quan, but he saw an arm holding a pistol.
"F * ck!"
Ya Jindou quickly closed the door but was blocked by his fallen underling.
It was too dangerous to push him out. If Ya Quan fired a bullet, he might be injured. He quickly squatted down and wanted to drag his lackey into the room.
Serena's thigh was cruelly cut open, and she almost rolled on the ground in pain.
However, she knew that this was not the time to care about her wounds.
Seeing that Ya Jindou was busy dragging his underling, she quickly moved and crawled towards the pistol that Ya Jindou had thrown in the corner less than a meter away.
This should be the last weapon on Ya Jindou's body.
Otherwise, he would have pulled out other guns from the other party.
As long as she got the gun, she would instantly gain the upper hand.