He extended his hand and gestured for si Rong to pass him the real gun.
Si Huang handed it over.
Qin fan's hands were dancing, and before he could see anything clearly, A. 54 pistol had turned into a pile of parts.
'This ...' It hasn't even been three seconds, right? Si Rong had just thought of this when Qin fan moved again. He was even faster than when he disassembled the gun and reassembled it.
"Did you see clearly?" Qin fan asked.
"No," si Huang replied honestly.
The corners of Qin fan's mouth curled up slightly. He disassembled the gun again. This time, he controlled the speed of his hands and tried to slow it down as much as possible. He used about six seconds to disassemble the gun into parts.
"What about this time?"
"Yes."
"You remember it?"
"I'll remember that."
