"Fuck, Mainlander, you're looking for death!"
One of Big B's men pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at Chen Feng's head, saying viciously.
"Ah, please no!" The two women who cared about him cried out at the same time.
Chen Feng, as if unfazed, turned his back to them and said in a cold tone, "If you point a gun at me again, believe me, I'll make sure you don't live to see tomorrow's sun!"
"Yo, Mainlander, you're feeling pretty cocky, huh? You trying to scare me? Believe me, I'll blow your head off with one shot!"
Chen Feng had clearly warned him before, but unexpectedly, the other party didn't hold back at all. He was bringing this upon himself—it wouldn't be anyone else's fault.
Chen Feng snorted coldly, reached back in a flash, and grabbed the man's hand and gun, his thumb pressing on the assailant's wrist so hard that his hand immediately went numb and powerless, unable to even lift his arm, let alone fire the gun.
