C708 Teratoma

"F * ck!"

Zhengbing obviously didn't expect Wang Yi to make a move so quickly. He quickly aimed his shotgun at Wang Yi, but he was still a step too slow.

Clang!

A muffled sound rang out.

Zhengbing felt as if he was hit by a speeding locomotive. His body flew backward uncontrollably. With a "pa ji" sound, he fell down on his head.

"Attack!"

As Wang Yi's voice sounded