"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang bang bang!!"
Fu Qingzhu, who was responsible for finishing shots, fired several times, blasting the face of a fat man in a white shirt to a pulp.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Xiao noticed that Fu Qingzhu was behaving very strangely.
As Fu Qingzhu turned around, Yang Xiao saw an expression of obsessed enjoyment on his face, his mouth slowly curving into a grin as if the kill brought him immense satisfaction.
Noticing the gun in his hand, Yang Xiao decisively swung a stick at him. Fu Qingzhu was knocked down but not injured, and his eyes regained some clarity after that.
Seeing the smashed face on the ground, Fu Qingzhu himself was startled. He vaguely remembered doing it himself, but he couldn't recall why.
