"Mr... Mr. Tang, don't... don't come any closer!"
"I... I have a gun!"
Seeing the fatty lying on the ground, no different from a dead pig, and then Tang Yi's figure emerging right after, Yang Huaheng screamed in terror.
Once he regained his composure, he hurriedly took out that pure gold submachine gun and aimed it at Tang Yi!
Tang Yi's expression was indifferent. He lifted his foot and walked in from the door.
"Tonight, I'm here to kill you, and not even your own father could stop me!"
Yang Huaheng trembled with fear, his body shaking, he said, "You... You'll be the first to die!"
"I have a gun!"
"I don't believe you can dodge bullets!"
"Mr. Tang, I'm going to kill you with my own hands, to avenge my sister's grudge!"
Yang Huaheng was on the verge of collapse, and amid a roar of anger, he aimed his gun at Tang Yi and was about to pull the trigger.
