The two thugs clenched their fists and tilted their heads, ready to teach Lin Fan a lesson.
Lin Fan remained motionless, watching them.
As the two swung their fists at him, he gently pushed them with his hands, not using much strength, causing both to tumble to the ground, flipping over.
Wu Xiang glared. "Didn't you eat anything?"
Lin Fan said, "I hope you can be a bit more rational."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Wu Xiang pulled a gun from his waist, pointing it directly at Lin Fan. "Rational? You damn well try talking 'rational' to me."
Lin Fan's eyes changed slightly when he saw the gun in Wu Xiang's hand.
"I've encountered this before. Do you know that possessing a firearm illegally is against the law?"
He felt the situation was no longer ordinary.
