"Don't!" Mu Fan stopped Wang Nuonuo's action, saying resolutely,
"Nuonuo, help me take it off directly."
"But it has already congealed into one piece, taking it off directly is like tearing it open!" Mu Fan looked at Nuonuo's caring eyes, shook his head, and then suddenly tensed up, gripping the left rear side of his suit jacket and giving it a hard yank.
Ugh! A muffled groan, and the wound sent forth a searing pain once again as the blood-soaked suit was finally torn off completely.
Then the exploded, flesh-muddled wound was fully exposed. Wang Nuonuo truly saw the extent of the damage the three bullets had done to Mu Fan.
The continuous three shots had essentially created a hole beneath the shoulder, and then under the formidable kinetic energy, the three bullets had churned and torn the hole mercilessly.
