Two shots rang out, both fired by Chen Mo.
However, only one bullet hit the leader in the head. The other had not missed or been wasted.
Because as the leader fled, he threw his lit lighter at the couple!
Chen Mo's first shot struck the lighter spinning through the air, knocking it flying in another direction.
After getting off the car, Chen Mo had smelled the strong stench of gasoline. That meant the liquid poured over the middle-aged couple had been gasoline.
The middle-aged husband and wife had originally been knocked unconscious. But being doused from head to toe, along with the pungent smell of the liquid, had awakened them.
Yet surrounded by those armed thugs, they could only sit on the ground, clutching each other as they waited in grief and despair for death.
Even though most of the men had gone to surround and kill Chen Mo, leaving only the masked leader facing the two of them, they still had no thought of resisting.
Besides, the gun in the leader's hand made resistance impossible.
So they might as well wait for death to come.
What they saw now was the lighter in the leader's hand, its flame burning as it spun toward them. Despair had left them numb, and they could only instinctively hold each other tighter.
Perhaps having someone beside them in life's final moments was also a kind of happiness.
Hitting a lighter flying through the air with a single shot was not something an ordinary person could do. Yet Chen Mo had done it effortlessly, easily knocking the lighter away.
Of course, with lives at stake, he had also prepared a backup plan. If he failed to hit the lighter, he would immediately throw out the Soul Chasing Nail.
Although the lighter was falling