Ji Bingxiong was a hardened bandit, even with his right kneecap now shattered by a bullet.
Even so, he would never choose to sit there and wait for death.
Dragging his agonizingly painful right leg, Ji Bingxiong gritted his teeth and doggedly crawled toward the shore.
To lighten his load, he even abandoned the heavy, bulky duffel bag he had been carrying.
Inside were the spoils from his robberies of two gold shops in Central and Causeway Bay.
Compared to his life, however, those worldly possessions no longer mattered.
Under the bright lights, Ji Bingxiong dragged a crimson trail of blood across the ground.
But before he had crawled even half a meter, a burst of bullets skimmed his scalp and struck the ground right in front of him.
The distinct smell of gunpowder and the sting of gravel striking his face told Ji Bingxiong in no uncertain terms.
If he dared to keep crawling toward the sea, the next bullets would probably hit the back of his head.
This notorious king of thieves among the new generation of Hong Kong-Guangdong Guerrillas finally closed his eyes in resignation and collapsed on the ground.
As his tightly strung nerves suddenly relaxed, the pain in his right leg grew even more intense.
"Bastard, stay right where you are, and you can live a few more decades."
Seeing Ji Bingxiong stop moving, Zhou Quan nodded in satisfaction.
The reason he had not pulled back inside the window earlier was to guard against Ji Bingxiong recklessly jumping into the sea.
Although Zhou Quan would have been more than happy to see Ji Bingxiong die, he was clearly worth more alive.
There still needed to be an accounting for his past crimes and the other hardened bandits under his command.
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