The scarred man sneered when he heard Dou Tianyi's words. Even the scar on his face started to twist, looking very ferocious.
"Completed my task? The person has been snatched away, is it considered completed?" The knife-scarred man said as he looked at Dou Tianyi with a ruthless gaze, "It's been a long time since someone dared to play me like this. Kid, are you courting death?"
Bang!
As soon as the man with the scar said that, a gunshot rang out in the hall again, followed by Wen Jingping's uncontrolled scream.
The bullet grazed Dou Tianyi's face and hit the wall behind him, leaving an eye behind. It was both a sign of his displeasure and a warning.
Wen Jingping had never come into contact with such a weapon so close before. She screamed and fell to the ground, shivering and unable to get up. She was afraid that the man with the scar would hit her in the head next.