Kuznetsov's lips turned upwards into a victorious smirk, his eyes was full of mockery toward Zhou Jingren when the card that he threw didn't hit him. He eyed the surprise in his opponent's eyes before he chuckled. He won. He hit— before Kuznetsov thoughts even finished, it was interrupted when a rustic smell assaulted his nose, it was blood. He frowned before he eyed Zhou Jingren's smiling face. Why was he smiling? There is no reason for him to smile.
*BANG*
Realization quickly hit him. The second gunshot is not from his gun! He eyed Zhou Jingren; disbelief laced his gaze. He wanted to turn around, wanting to know who dared shot him from behind. However, the strength in his body is already starting to dissipate. He forced himself to open his eyes wider, to no avail.
*BANG*
The third gunshot was the last thing that he heard before his consciousness left his body for eternity.
*BANG*
