"Hmph, I think it's you who's courting death!" Although there was an eighty percent certainty that the gun in the bandit's hand was not real, Li Changlin could not possibly entrust his life to this possibility.
So, while speaking, he strode out of his seat, and with a flash of his body, he had already charged in front of the bandit.
"Damn it!" Seeing this, the bandit's face changed dramatically, and he hurriedly used the pistol to smash toward Li Changlin's head.
As Li Changlin saw it, a cold smirk immediately appeared on his face, and he raised his hand to grasp the bandit's wrist.
Then, with force in his fingers, he instantly crushed the bandit's wrist joint.
"Ah!" The bandit screamed in agony as the gun in his hand lost control and fell out of his grasp.
Li Changlin quickly reached out to catch the pistol in his hand.
Following that, he raised his leg and kicked, hitting the bandit's left knee joint.
