"Go to hell!" Jiao Yunda roared, then fired a shot at Lin Mu.
But right after the gunshot, he was shocked to find that Lin Mu had vanished into thin air, leaving only a faint wisp of White Qi at the spot. The next second, while Jiao Yunda was still stunned, a dark shadow flashed past his eyes like lightning. Jiao Yunda had no way to dodge; his chest tightened, and Lin Mu's Continuous Heart-piercing Kick had already slammed into his solar plexus!
Puff—he spat out a mouthful of old blood, the pistol flew from his hand, and Jiao Yunda clutched his chest and crouched on the deck, face deathly pale, looking utterly miserable!
"You've lost!" Lin Mu stepped forward, closing in on him one step at a time. Success was now only a few steps away; as long as he finished off Jiao Yunda, all the gold on this ship would belong to Flying Dragon.
