Chen Mo kicked him several meters away, and he happened to land beside the sofa. Enduring the pain, he pulled out the handgun he had placed beneath the chair.
As Chen Mo turned around, he struggled into a half-sitting position. However, his injuries made him spit out a mouthful of blood. From past experience, he guessed that his ribs might be broken. Fortunately, the broken bone ends had not injured his internal organs.
Otherwise, when he had just sat halfway up, the broken bone ends could have punctured his internal organs. Fortunately, they had not, which put his mind somewhat at ease. Struggling into a half-sitting position had merely been a cover for reaching under the sofa and retrieving the hidden handgun. Otherwise, he would not have sat up.
When Chen Mo turned his head and questioned him, he merely stared at Chen Mo without speaking. Out of Chen Mo's sight, he secretly disengaged the handgun's safety.
"Ptooey!" He spat out the blood in his mouth. Seeing Chen Mo's somewhat displeased expression, he chuckled, then suddenly changed his expression and raised the handgun, preparing to fire at Chen Mo.
Bang! Chen Mo's gun fired first, knocking the gun in his hand aside with a single shot.
Bang! The second shot struck his wrist directly, piercing straight through it.
Chen Mo looked at Marze with a hint of disdain. With Spiritual Sense monitoring him, none of his little moves could escape notice. When it came to surveillance, Chen Mo was a professional.
"Ah!" Marze's gun fell to the floor as he screamed. Clutching his wounded wrist, he glared venomously at Chen Mo. That shot had shattered his hopes and ruined his wrist.
As a mercenary, he could clearly feel that the tendons and bones in his wrist had been severely damaged.