Just a few seconds.
Many people probably didn't even have time to react.
The six gang members in the office were all killed, leaving only Madman Hui, the man in charge.
No.
There was also a fat man with his head in his hands, crouching on the ground, emitting whimpers.
This guy was also lucky.
Just now, during Madman Hui's random shooting spree, he wasn't hit at all.
"Big Brother..."
Madman Hui's palm was nailed by a knife, he was in so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat, and he kept inhaling sharply.
His eyes were filled with terror, watching the approaching Killing God:
"You've got the wrong guy, I have no grudge with you!"
Fang Cheng didn't waste words with him, he stepped forward, grabbed the handle of the knife, and pulled out the blade.
Then, as he couldn't hold back his cries of pain, Fang Cheng twisted his finger until it broke.
He still wasn't done, he raised the knife, ready to cut again.
