Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 172 Gunshot
The thugs looked at each other, feeling a chill in their hearts. They were just doing their jobs for money, not real outlaws.

Zhou Dahu was also stunned. He originally thought that the other party was only two people, yet they dared to come to his door, which was undoubtedly courting death. He did not expect to run into a tough opponent.

Seeing the thugs hesitate, Zhou Dahu roared, "Damn it, what are you all standing there for? Come at me all at once! Anyone who dares to slack off, I'll kill him first!"

As soon as the angry threat fell, the thugs had no choice but to grab their weapons and brace themselves to meet the attack.

Wei Qingsong and Lu Jingming worked together seamlessly, and in the blink of an eye, they had knocked several thugs to the ground.

Lu Jingming swung his baseball bat with great force, each strike aimed at the enemy's vital points.

Taking advantage of the lull, Lu Jingming glanced back at Wei Qingsong and saw her plunge the sharp stool leg in her hand into the abdomen of one of the thugs. Blood gushed out, and the thug collapsed limply to the ground.

He paused slightly, a complex dark light flashing in his eyes. It was this momentary distraction that gave Zhou Dahu an opportunity. The gleaming dagger in his hand stabbed straight at Lu Jingming's arm.

Fortunately, Lu Jingming reacted quickly, dodging the attack with lightning speed and kicking Zhou Dahu in the abdomen.

Zhou Dahu winced in pain and quickly took two steps back.

After suffering two consecutive setbacks, Zhou Dahu's eyes were bloodshot and he wanted nothing more than to tear Lu Jingming to pieces.

The thugs attacked again, but Zhou Dahu's eyes hardened. He rolled to his feet, ran to a corner of the room, and pulled a gun from a box.

The manager just delivered this thing yesterday. He hasn't used it yet, so today he'll use these two stinking cops as test subjects!
Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong were busy fighting off more than a dozen thugs and didn't notice this scene.

Susan saw all of Zhou Dahu's movements. She opened her eyes wide in horror, but she was unable to move at all. Her mouth was also gagged, so she couldn't make a sound. She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, desperately trying to struggle.

Lu Jingming caught a glimpse of her anxious expression out of the corner of his eye. Following her gaze, he noticed the gun in Zhou Dahu's hand. His eyes narrowed, and he instinctively pulled Wei Qingsong aside, shielding her behind him.

boom!
A gunshot rang out, and the bullet narrowly grazed Lu Jingming's arm.

Wei Qingsong was also startled. They had planned everything perfectly, but they had overlooked one crucial point…

The other side had a gun!

The situation reversed instantly. Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong were surrounded by thugs, while Zhou Dahu stood by the window, gun in hand, aiming at Lu Jingming, and sneered, "You stinking cops, weren't you so arrogant just now? If you kneel down and beg me now, I might spare your dog lives!"

Lu Jingming remained calm and composed, glancing down at the bloodstains seeping from his arm as if it were just a common scrape rather than a gunshot wound.

Wei Qingsong, however, had a glint of crimson in his eyes, and his gaze toward Zhou Dahu became even more piercing.

Her gaze fell on the gun in Zhou Dahu's hand, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her thin lips parted slightly: "I have seen this kind of gun before. It is a new type of firearm from Country D. It has a range of up to 300 meters, considerable power, and extremely strong lethality."

"You're not bad, little wench. You even know about guns." Zhou Dahu was surprised for a moment, then laughed even more unrestrainedly, his gaze sweeping over Wei Qingsong with a lewd glint.

With a gun in his hand, what is there to fear?
Lu Jingming's eyes turned cold, his gaze, filled with a chilling murderous intent, piercing straight towards Zhou Dahu.

Zhou Dahu immediately felt a tremendous sense of oppression sweep over him, and a chill ran through him.

But with a gun in his hand, he wasn't about to back down. He snorted coldly, pointed the gun at Lu Jingming, and said menacingly, "What are you looking at? Looking for death?"

Suddenly, Wei Qingsong chuckled softly. She stared into Zhou Dahu's eyes, a strange light flashing within them, and said, word by word, "Unfortunately, the weakness of this kind of gun is that it cannot fire in bursts. After each shot, you have to reload the bullet and then chamber a new round. Even if you are fast, it will still take at least half a minute to complete the next shot. How about we have a competition to see who is faster?"

She shook the chair leg in her hand, looking at Zhou Dahu with a half-smile.

Taking advantage of Zhou Dahu's momentary daze, Lu Jingming understood immediately. With lightning speed, he knocked one of the thugs to the ground, snatched the steel pipe from the man's hand, and swung it at Zhou Dahu.

Zhou Dahu reacted very quickly, bending down to dodge, but he still couldn't dodge in time and was hit in the right leg by the steel pipe. He screamed and fell to the ground, and the gun also slipped from his hand and flew several meters away.

He grimaced in pain, veins bulging on his forehead, a testament to the immense force of Lu Jingming's blow.

Having thrived in the underworld for so many years, this was the first time he had ever felt a sense of retreat. The man and woman before him, one looking upright and honest, the other gentle and delicate, were both veritable living devils, so terrifying that they inspired fear in him.

Zhou Dahu dared not linger in the fight; under such circumstances, preserving himself was of course more important.

His eyes darted around, his gaze fixed on the open door behind the two men. He already had a plan in mind, and he roared, "Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!"

After saying that, he casually picked up the ashtray that had fallen to the side at some point and smashed it at Lu Jingming.

Lu Jingming dodged the ashtray attack with ease, and then delivered a beautiful side kick, sending the ashtray flying to the ground.

A look of joy flashed in Zhou Dahu's eyes. Taking advantage of the moment, he quickly ducked down, rushed behind Lu Jingming, and limped out through the open door.

The thugs were dumbfounded. The usually fierce and domineering Master Zhou had actually fled in such a panic.

With Zhou Dahu fleeing, the other thugs immediately lost their leader. They weren't fools; they knew that continuing to confront Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong head-on would only lead to trouble. After looking around, they all consciously threw away their weapons, raised their hands above their heads, and slowly squatted down.

Lu Jingming and Wei Qingsong finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at that moment, another gunshot rang out, coming from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a dull thud was heard from the corridor as something heavy fell to the ground, followed by the sound of glass shattering.

The two men's expressions changed abruptly. They quickly walked to the door and looked down into the corridor. They were both stunned by what they saw.

Zhou Dahu lay on the ground, a bullet wound piercing his forehead, blood gushing out. His eyes stared in disbelief, his gaze unfocused, and he was already lifeless.

Not far away, at the end of the corridor, shattered glass windows littered the floor. Clearly, the bullet that killed Zhou Dahu had entered from there.

The Liyang Hotel is not located in the bustling city center, and there are no busy buildings around it, which gives the hotel absolute privacy.

When they arrived, they noticed that there was only one building under construction next to the hotel, which should be the hotel's expansion project, but there were no workers on site today.

The two gunshots in the hotel, the first from Zhou Dahu's new firearm, and the second sniper shot that took Zhou Dahu's life.

Who exactly could it be?

(End of this chapter)