Bang bang bang...
Several crisp gunshots rang out, Qin Hai constantly shifted left and right to dodge, bullets spurting into the ground and sparking a series of sparks in the night.
Click!
After a volley of gunfire, the attacker finally ran out of bullets, and Qin Hai seized the opportunity, leaping forward like a cheetah ready to pounce, rushing toward the black-clad figure in the center of the yard.
The person was dressed in black with a face mask, revealing only a pair of sinister eyes.
Seeing Qin Hai rapidly lunging at him, a hint of surprise flickered in the assassin's eyes before he dropped his handgun and pounced towards Qin Hai.
Fists whooshed, garments fluttered.
Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Qin Hai side-stepped the attacker's strike and simultaneously hammered his Iron Fist into the assailant's chest with force.
The black-clad assassin grunted, staggered back several steps, and then clutched his chest, looking up at Qin Hai.