The fine suit was completely ruined at this moment, its fabric now soaked in blood on one half of the upper body.
The bullet had missed the subclavian artery, so there was no scene of blood spurting out.
The real reason that the three bullets had not passed through was the density of muscle that far exceeded that of an ordinary person.
With a slight hook of the little finger, the left arm could still exert force, though it was inevitably starting to lose strength, having now entered a state of blood loss.
With a "ding,"
the right hand casually tossed the Golden Revolver on the ground, Mu Fan didn't even glance at his wound before exposing the blurred mess of flesh and blood to everyone present.
Ironically, this was the very scene that sent a chill down the spines of the criminals, for the three bullets were still embedded in his body!
The youth hadn't even bent his waist once.
Didn't it hurt?
