Brother Xiong burst into a wild laugh, his face filled with disdainful sarcasm, "Didn't see that coming, did you? I've got a gun! Kneel before me!"
"I hate it when someone points a gun at my head!"
Feng Lin's face gradually darkened; since they had such a thing, it essentially sealed these people's fate.
"You little shit, you think I'm joking? Believe it or not, I can send you to heaven with a single shot!"
Brother Xiong laughed; this was the first time he'd encountered someone so unafraid of death.
"I bet there are no bullets in your gun, and even if there are, before you can shoot, you'll see your own brains!"
Feng Lin stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression neither happy nor sad.
"You think you're in a damn TV show?"
Brother Xiong looked at Feng Lin as if he were a fool, aiming at his leg, just about to act.
Suddenly, he realized that Feng Lin had disappeared from view.
Whoosh!
