Shen Congfei was in the elevator when he saw the opponent stepping in, gun raised.
As a martial artist, every advantage of his Internal Cultivation Methods came into play here.
The sense of danger in his body reached its climax.
At this moment, all his potential exploded.
Just as the opponent was about to fire, his finger slowly pulling the trigger, Shen Congfei subconsciously performed Qinggong, moving swiftly towards the opponent and knocking his gun barrel aside.
"Bang!"
Ridiss was in shock, watching the man before him deftly knock his gun barrel off target at such a close distance.
A second?
Or two seconds?
The adversary before him was no simple foe.
He quickly deduced Shen Congfei's prowess, but fear did not strike his heart, only the will to fight aroused within.
Meanwhile, Shen Congfei's attack was not over yet.
Following the deflecting of the opponent's gun barrel with the help of his gun-holding right hand, he struck the opponent's gun forcefully once more.
