Cheng Ziang, shocked from losing his weapon, quickly retreated a step, avoiding the big man's attack range. At the same time, his team was also preparing to attack.
The big man's eyes carried a hint of mocking mirth. Even with his face covered, they could see his triumphant smile. Knowing that Cheng Ziang still had retorts, he didn't give him a chance to catch his breath and continued to thrust his longsword.
Biting his teeth, Cheng Ziang stared at him. Despite his unwillingness, he had to admit this guy was much more powerful than him. Noticing the sword thrusting again, he bit his teeth and reluctantly drew his revolver from his waist, pointing it at the man and shouted, "Freeze!"
The big man paused for a moment and then stopped, facing the dark muzzle of Cheng Ziang's gun. His eyes were full of laughter, he couldn't hold back and said, "This seems to be a bit unfair, don't you think?"
"Times have changed, sir!" Cheng Ziang pointed his gun at him, and said coldly.
