"Hand over the Fire Cloud Sand and Royal Jelly, or I'll kill you right now," Tang Haotian said angrily. His patience had been worn thin by Ye Fan, and now he was holding back a bellyful of rage, ready to explode at any moment.
After leisurely taking a puff of his cigarette, Ye Fan looked at Tang Haotian with disdain and lifted the corners of his mouth slightly. He had already activated his Clairvoyant Eye and studied the handgun, examining its internal structure. It was relatively simple and the rifling was rough, clearly different from a standard firearm, which meant that the other party was in unlicensed possession of a gun. Ye Fan thought to himself that privately possessing a gun was enough to get them into big trouble.
Not only that, but Ye Fan also noticed that Song Zhe and the others were all carrying guns, just not revealing them yet. Perhaps they believed one handgun was sufficient to deal with Ye Fan and Jiang Yue.
