The bandit chieftain panted heavily, a flash of panic crossing his eyes, but it was instantly replaced by sullen defiance. "Hmph, don't expect to get a single word out of me!" With that, he leaped abruptly to his feet, drew a Sichuan-made Mauser pistol from behind his waist, and fired at Leitao with a sharp bang.
Leitao had been on his guard. He tilted his head slightly to dodge the bullet, smoothly drew the dagger from his waist, and lunged forward, instantly severing the tendon in the wrist of the bandit chieftain's gun-hand. The bandit chieftain let out a pig-like screech as the pistol clattered to the ground. Seizing the moment, Leitao swiftly circled behind him and kicked the back of his knees, forcing him to drop to both knees. The chieftain clutched his bleeding wrist with his other hand, his face a mask of pain and terror.
Leitao looked down at him, devoid of all pity. "I'll ask you one more time: where is she?" At that moment, an aura of lethal chill radiated from Leitao, making him look like an Asura returned from hell.
Chapter 279