Zhao Shiren was about to pull the trigger, sending Chen Wei off to meet Lord Yama in the Underworld.
Who would have thought that Chen Wei would suddenly raise his hand and grab the barrel of the gun.
Gun struggle?
Chen Wei didn't like to make things fancy, he simply used his five fingers, relying on absolute overpowering strength, to deform the barrel!
Along with Zhao Shiren's fingers!
If the gun made of metal and plastic was deformed and shattered, what about Zhao Shiren's fingers?
"Ah! My hand! My hand!"
Zhao Shiren's tears surged uncontrollably on the spot, as his fingers were crushed to bits, and who could endure such agony without crying out?
Well, Zhao Shiren certainly lacked that patience.
Bang!
Boom!
Chen Wei performed a 360-degree assisted kick on the spot, striking Zhao Shiren right in the chest.
Zhao Shiren's robust six-foot frame went flying backward, crashing through the main door and landing in the courtyard, unconscious.
