"Ye Mu Fan..."
"Dare to lay a hand on my sister, if I don't cripple you today, my name isn't Ye!"
After firing a shot, Ye Mu Fan casually blew on the smoking barrel of the gun in his hand and then spoke lazily, his eyes and brow filled with a cold, furious intention, "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Matters like killing are naturally left to President Huo. Otherwise, how could he be considered a man?"
No sooner had the words fallen than the hand holding the pistol swiftly re-aimed the barrel at Long Batian. Before the man could react, another bang rang out, the bullet hitting the knee cap of the man's other leg.
"Boss..."
The subordinates at his side instinctively reached for their guns, but before their hands even touched their pockets, Ye Mu Fan's gun was aimed straight at Long Batian's head. Then came his lazy voice, breaking the tense silence, "If you want to try and see who pulls the trigger faster, by all means draw your guns!"
