"Shoot then!"
A head popped out from the left, swooshing by before immediately retracting, but Gao Guang couldn't hold back and pulled the trigger.
He had no idea where the bullet went, and now Gao Guang was even more infuriated, his head throbbing with anger.
"Weren't you supposed to blow my head off? Shoot, you bastard, such an idiot."
With no originality in his taunts, the enemy then pinched his throat and shouted, "I'm blind now, fire! Oh mama, I'm going onstage now, listen, I can't see, fire already..."
A wave of laughter came from outside, and Gao Guang, he was no longer angry but full of an intense shame, the kind that made him wish to die.
To drive a young Libra man to madness, to push him to lose all sense, there were two methods: force him to make a choice or make him feel extreme shame.
It had to be said that the enemy had some skill in psychological warfare, for they had successfully turned Gao Guang's eyes red with rage.