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"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

It exploded like thunder.

It was like a danger signal, causing everyone around to scream in panic and shove to flee the area.

A member of the Blood Feast was trembling, holding a gun tightly in his hand, with the muzzle pointing at the white left.

Obviously, he accidentally pulled the trigger due to excessive nervousness after seeing the white left.

The second-in-command who abandoned his men and fled alone heard the gunshots behind him and couldn't help but curse under his breath.

However, at this moment he had no mind to scold the subordinate who fired the gun. He had only one thought in his mind - to escape from here quickly!

The second-in-command ran as fast as he could. He didn't dare look back, for fear that the devil was chasing him.

When the other subordinates saw their brother shoot the man, they immediately showed joy on their faces.

At such a short distance, there is absolutely no possibility of missing.

But the man who fired the gun did not show any joy at all.

Because he saw that the bullet did not hit the white left as expected, his heart was filled with astonishment and confusion.

The bullet strangely hovered about ten centimeters in front of Bai Zuo.

The bullet was smoking and making a sizzling sound. In the sight that no one could see, transparent, invisible spider silks blocked the white left's way, firmly sticking the thrown bullet to the spider web.

Even bullets that can easily penetrate steel cannot cause any damage to the seemingly thin spider silk that breaks at the slightest touch.

This scene before him was beyond common sense, completely subverted imagination, and unbelievable. It had far exceeded his cognition.

His mind went blank, and he seemed to be frozen in place, completely losing the ability to think and act.

Seeing this, Bai Zuo, who was standing by, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, sneered, raised his hand elegantly, and gently pushed the bullet away.

With a crisp "ding-dong" sound, the bullet fell straight to the ground as if it had lost its support.

He then walked toward the shooter.

The man stood there like a sculpture, motionless, allowing Bai Zuo to approach step by step.

Bai Zuo walked slowly in front of him and stopped when he was only a fist away from the muzzle of the gun. His dark and deep eyes without a trace of light stared at him intently.

Bai Zuo reached out, his fingers easily grasping the gun in his hand. He moved the muzzle of the gun to point at his forehead, lowering his voice and chuckling, "Come on, shoot again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man moved his fingers slightly as if bewitched by a demon, and pulled the trigger with an expressionless face.

"boom!"

The bullet stopped abruptly just one centimeter away from the white leftist's forehead. This short one centimeter seemed like an unbridgeable gap, and it was impossible to touch the white leftist at all.

"Holy...holy..." The man looked at Bai Zuo in horror.

The strange and unusual scene before him was extremely stimulating to his three views, causing his already dull and rigid brain to completely stop working. In his extreme fear, he could only make intermittent, hoarse and broken sounds from his throat.

He didn't even know when he let go of her hand.

The pistol belt fell and fell into the hands of the white left.

Bai Zuo turned the gun and held the pistol in his hand. Then he pointed the gun at the member of the Blood Feast in front of him.

"Goodbye."

Bang! A gunshot rang out, instantly piercing the man's forehead.

But he obviously did not have the mysterious means to withstand bullets with his body.

So, the unconscious body could only fall backwards and fall to the ground.

Blood splattered on Bai Zuo's face, but he didn't care at all.

Instead, he smiled morbidly and looked at the stunned Blood Feast members: "Next, it's your turn."

The captain of the caravan was stunned for a long time before he finally came to his senses. He collapsed to the ground and exclaimed, "Murder! Murder!"

He stepped back repeatedly and crawled away from the scene in a panic.

Those women who had been following Bai Zuo from a distance and had not given up hope, saw Bai Zuo being forced to be shot, and thought that Bai Zuo had encountered trouble and were about to rush over to save him.

Maybe, if I try my best to save the white left, I can turn things around and live a good life?

As a result, as soon as they rushed over, they saw the white leftists snatching other people's weapons and sending them flying.

This murderous and decisive temperament made them stop immediately, and they hesitated and dared not move forward.

A huge black crack ran between them, and at this moment, they clearly realized that they were completely different.

Whether it is status or cognition.

The subordinates couldn't believe it. Was this man a devil? Could a human really do such a thing?

"Shoot, shoot!"

They attacked the white left madly.

The sound of gunfire was deafening.

However, no matter how they attacked, the bullets all stopped when they approached the boy.

It was as if there was something protecting the boy tightly. No matter how they attacked, they could not hurt him in the slightest.

They were growing more desperate.

At the same time, they finally understood why their boss left them and ran away without looking back. Facing such a monster, they had no way to defeat him.

In their terrified stares.

The white leftist raised his gun without hesitation and pointed the black muzzle at them.

Gunfire continued to spew out.

At this moment, that handsome boy has turned into the god of death from hell.

Every time a shot is fired, a life is ruthlessly taken away.

Blood splattered everywhere and screams continued.

This cruel scene, like a scene from hell, was being played out before my eyes.

"Haha, how sad, trash, not even worth being used as waste."

The white left's expression was gloomy, mixed with a hint of madness, as if he was immersed in killing.

moment.

He stood in a pool of blood.

His whole body was covered with the blood of the enemy.

There was no living person around him.

Lying around were the bodies of the Blood Feast members.

He pulled the trigger again, but the muzzle made a clicking sound, and the bullet in the gun was empty.

Bai's left hand loosened and he casually threw it into the pool of blood.

He left the place without looking back.

The girls covered their mouths and supported each other as they could barely stand.

There were fear and tears in their frightened eyes.

They have lost the courage to keep up.

That young man was not at all the young master they imagined coming from a large gathering place.

He's more of a cold-blooded killer.

Not someone they can afford to mess with.

Bai Zuo looked at the traces left at the scene and quickly analyzed the direction in which the second-in-command escaped.

He took another step and followed the traces all the way.