At the first gunshot, Boss Bai's left eye burst apart, red and white matter splattering across the ground. At the second gunshot, a bloody hole instantly appeared between Dees's brows.
"Thud!" "Thud!"
Two heavy bodies hit the ground in succession. The gang Debt Collector who had taken three bullets yet remained full of life, practically a monster, and his lackey both fell into Hell together.
At the same time, two message prompts popped up in succession in the upper left corner of He Zhao's vision.
[Fatal attack, -25 HP. Hostile target dead.] [Fatal attack, -20 HP. Hostile target dead.]
"Whew—"
He let out a huge breath. His right hand, which held the gun, could no longer support itself, and the Elwin 1911 in his hand dropped completely.
No. I can't stay here any longer.
The gunshots would not draw people over for the moment. They might even make some people too afraid to come forward, huddling inside their tents in anxious fear that they themselves might get dragged into it. But after a while, there would definitely be bold hyenas coming to check.
After all, whether it was a gang shootout or a fight to the death between people, something was bound to be left behind.
Thinking of this, he ignored his extremely weak body and staggered up from among the cluster of tents.
Then he stumbled toward the two corpses.
When he reached them, he crouched down and reached out with both hands to search them up and down.
"Hm?"
His hand found a pouch. He used every ounce of strength he had and finally dragged the thing out with great effort.
As he did, there was a clattering sound from inside the pouch.
"Could it be..."
He opened the pouch and saw it was filled entirely with Star