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The overturned tables split into pieces, glasses and bottles clattered to the ground, shattering upon impact, with glass fragments bursting outwards like sparks.
Nothing is free.
Li Yan's explosive response was like a spark igniting a fuse; almost the instant the high table struck Abaningma's abdomen, the person closest to Li Yan kicked up with his right foot, a fierce and precise low sweep aiming for Li Yan's still-raised right foot.
But Li Yan lifted his knee, brought his lower leg forward against the other, pushed off the ground with his back foot, and forced the attacking man to stagger. He also tripped over the chair behind him, ending up in a complete mess.
All this happened in a flash. Abaningma, in pain, had no time to react, while the last person drew a large-caliber revolver from his waistband with lightning speed and pressed it against Li Yan's chin.
"You looking to die?"
