Master Chu felt a wave of nausea, wiped his face, and spat fiercely onto the ground before saying viciously to Zhao Yang, "Kid, no matter how skillful you are, can you be faster than a gun? More ruthless than a bullet? Don't you think I'll shoot you dead?"
"Oh, you have a gun?" Zhao Yang sneered and said, "I don't believe it, give it a try."
Master Chu snorted coldly, his gaze icy, and casually snapped his fingers!
The next second, two thugs rushed out from the inner room with guns in their hands, and as soon as they came out, they aimed their guns at Zhao Yang!
Master Chu, confident in his demeanor, toyed with the highball glass in his hand and said with a light laugh, "Kid, what kind of society is this? With just your fists and feet, what can you do?"
Zhao Yang glanced at the two gunmen and said with a cold laugh, "Just two guns? You think I'm scared of you because of them?"
"Hey!"
