Jiang Yisheng sidestepped, catching a glimpse of the pitch-black gun muzzle aimed at him out of the corner of his eye; his footsteps faltered.
"Jiang Yisheng, if you don't start behaving, I won't be polite anymore," Mo Su threatened coldly.
A chill spread across Jiang Yisheng's face as the punch came straight at him, striking true on the corner of his lips.
Jiang Yisheng staggered back two steps, a bruise forming at the corner of his mouth right away.
A faint taste of blood spread in his mouth, and he couldn't help but frown.
Before he could come to his senses, another fist came flying at him from the opposite side.
With the gun muzzle trained on him, Jiang Yisheng couldn't move an inch, let alone strike back.
In this moment, compared to losing his life, it seemed better to endure a beating and at least buy some time.
Taking a punch to the chest, Jiang Yisheng's striking green eyes narrowed, and his complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.
"Cough cough..."
