Upon hearing the sound, Wang Hao's henchman behind him let out a cry of alarm and hurriedly made way for Old Three and his men.
Old Three and Brother Gao, each holding a gun, walked in with a few of their brothers.
The three brothers walking in front held guns as well; they came straight up to Wang Hao, guns raised, barrels uniformly pointing at Zeng Qiang.
"You guys aren't trying to scare me with fake guns, are you?"
Zeng Qiang gave a cold snort, throwing an indifferent glance at the dark muzzles.
Wang Hao didn't argue; he simply took a gun from one of his men and fired at Da Xing's leg.
"Bang!"
Da Xing fell to the ground on cue, screaming shrilly as he clutched his thigh.
The opposing group's men all sharply inhaled, stepping back two paces.
The entire gambling den instantly quieted down, with only the echoes of Da Xing's agonized screams.
The bullet had whisked past Zeng Qiang's leg; he saw it clear as day—it was a real gun through and through!
