"Are you sure you want to fire?" Chen Feng's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the two gunmen.
The two men were instantly subdued by Chen Feng's imposing aura.
After exchanging a glance, as if by agreement, they both lowered their guns.
"Damn it, you two are useless! I've been wasting my money on you!" Mr. Fu roared in rage, fighting through the pain to stand up. He snatched a gun from one of the men, gripped it with both hands, and pulled the trigger at Chen Feng.
"Go to hell!"
Accompanied by a resonant boom, a bullet spun at high speed out of the barrel towards Chen Feng's head.
But as the bullet made contact with Chen Feng's forehead, it abruptly stopped, then fell to the ground, flattened into the shape of a coin by immense pressure.
Chen Feng, on the other hand, touched his forehead and felt nothing.
'Bang bang bang!'
