"Fuck your mom, asshole—go to hell!"
One of the punks, having pulled out a handgun from somewhere, aimed it at Chen Feng and barked loudly, ready to pull the trigger.
At that moment, Chen Feng cast a cold glance, having already noticed his move. He threw the steel pipe in his hand, which struck the punk straight on the bridge of his nose. With a pained groan, the gun fell from his hands; he covered his nose and felt that his nasal bone was shattered, merely a layer of soft flesh barely holding it together.
