Zhan Qi Pei because of the injury was too heavy to see clearly, but he could still see the general outline and shadow of shaking. The other party was going to kill him!,The assassin fell dead before he could even utter a sound.,At that moment, another man wearing a mask rushed out. Before he could even draw his gun, he was struck in the face by a flying corncob thrown by Qiao Jing. 。"Bang!" A crash, and the surface was caved in. Like the assassin just moments ago, he didn't even have time to scream before collapsing unconscious. 。After easily dealing with the two, Qiao Jing clapped his hands and turned to Zhan Qipei, staring at the man's big... 。。