"Gah!"
In the bullet-riddled office, Anfeng let out a scream that barely sounded human.
A red effect representing blood burst out in front of Anfeng, lighting up the surroundings.
With a cold flash, the sharp dagger sliced open Anfeng's chest, leaving behind a horrifying wound.
Although the wound was likewise replaced by the game's visual effects, seeing that effect spanning nearly his entire chest still made everyone's hearts clench.
Anfeng's HP bar trembled slightly before rapidly dropping.
Anfeng's HP had already fallen below one-third. This reduction nearly wiped out that remaining third completely.
The HP bar approached the bottom line at a visible speed, stopping just before it reached it.
This meant Anfeng had only a sliver of HP left.
Another attack, no matter how slight the damage, would take Anfeng's life instantly.
While everyone had believed without a doubt that Anfeng would win after entering the building, he had instead fallen into such a desperate state.
By contrast, Luo Zhen's HP bar remained full, without the slightest loss.
"Damn it!"
Like a dying struggle, Anfeng raised his gun again and aimed straight ahead.
Luo Zhen was still holding his blade in the aftermath of his slash.
The muzzle of Anfeng's M900A was less than half a meter from Luo Zhen—so close it could practically be called point-blank range.
At this distance, Luo Zhen would not even have time to react before countless bullets pierced his body and killed him on the spot.
The result...
"I'm still the one who wins!"
Anfeng declared his victory.
But...
"No. Of course I'm the one who wins."
When Luo Zhen's voice reached Anfeng's ears, the hand he had left free had already shot out.
"Smack!"
The next moment, Luo Zhen's hand seized Anfeng's face.
Maintaining that position, Luo Zhen continued charging forward. Relying