Before Peng Yang could pull the trigger, a playing card flashed past his wrist, instantly slicing a deep wound that severed his tendon and sent crimson blood gushing out.
Peng Yang let out a miserable shriek, his hand going limp and powerless. He could no longer maintain his grip on the gun, and with a sharp clatter, it dropped to the floor.
The shrieks of Jin Jingzhu, Gao Lanqi, and the others abruptly died in their throats. They opened their eyes wide in shock, half suspecting they were dreaming.
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