Bang!
The bullet was blocked by the invisible ripple. Xu Changsheng was unharmed, but his face was visibly black.
But before he could react, Lin Yi took out a revolver and fired at his temple without hesitation.
The shot with 32 times the power was still safe and sound. Now, this ordinary bullet that had not been charged was naturally a drizzle to him. It did not even scratch his skin.
"You."
Lin Yi pushed the revolver in front of Xu Changsheng again.
Everyone present was already numb from watching.
Was this still the gambling of life that they knew?
Unknowingly, it had become a bet on whose temples were harder.
Staring at the revolver in front of him, Xu Changsheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
According to his script, Lin Yi should have been a corpse by now. Who would have thought that things would turn out like this?
