Chapter 302 Kneel Down And Beg For Mercy (1/2)

Essie clutched the lipstick gun and was ready to attack.

Just when the tall and thin man was one meter away from them, a loud bang was heard. His left eye was bleeding immediately. He fell to the ground in a howl and rolled on the ground with his hands covering his eyes. At the same time, he screamed like a pig.

One of the punks screamed. Sam put his hands over his head and squatted down in fear of being hit.

Essie glanced at Pana, and the latter shook her head and said, ”no, it's not me.”

Hearing the footsteps behind them, the two of them looked back in a hurry.

A group of awe inspiring men in black were walking towards them. The leading one, tall and straight, with an imposing manner was Zac. Wearing a pair of big sunglasses, he looked more cold and gloomy. He held a gun in his hand, and the bullet came from it.

The punks dropped their swords and were to run away. They had never been frightened like this before. Soon they were surrounded by the black men, with guns pointing at their heads and trembling with fear.

Zac walked up to the tall and thin man, and pulled the trigger mercilessly. Then he shot at his other eye. He screamed in a hoarse voice and stopped moving.

”Who brought you here? Did he want to die?” Zac's cold voice sounded like a message from the hell. The punks were so scared that they even peed. Trembling, they pointed at Sam.

Sam was scared stiff. He really wanted to run away right now. Didn't the person who gave him money promise him that the person in charge here was just a fragile woman? Where did these young men come from?

The man in black lifted Sam up and threw him in front of Zac.

Zac turned his head to take a look at Essie. ”You go in first.”

Then she entered the studio with Pana.

Zac picked up the knife on the ground and waved it gently. At the same time, two cold lights flashed. Sam screamed and fell to the ground, blood flowing like stream.

With no expression on his face, Zac didn't even blink. He just took out a handkerchief and covered his nose. He was obsessed with cleanliness and hated the smell of blood. ”Dispose of it.”

One of the gangsters, who was very timid, fainted on the spot. The other gangsters' face was as pale as a dead leaf being swept by the cold wind.

”Who stabbed the workers?” His voice was as light as a goose feather, but in the hooligan's ears, it was like the soul of death. It was extremely terrifying.

”Throw them all into the blender.” Before his words were finished, a thin hooligan stood up. ”Don't kill me. I didn't cut anyone. I'm just following behind.” While saying, he pointed out the people who injured the workers honestly.