Huan's right hand twisted a complete 180 degrees.
Crack!
Zhang Xiaofan forcibly broke his arm.
Crisp and efficient!
But the sight was heart-pounding.
This method was simply brutal.
Huan knew, at that very instant, if Zhang Xiaofan wanted, he could have killed him!
Huan didn't scream in agony, but just shouted once, then clenched his teeth and contorted his face.
He still had some willpower and backbone.
"Bastard, let go of Huan quick, or I'll blast you with one shot!"
The man in the vest's gun-holding hand trembled slightly but he still shouted angrily.
"Try firing one?"
At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan spoke with a cold voice like that of a stoic assassin.
"Brother, give some face to the black market and let me go."
At this time, Huan's expression was one of pain, enduring the intense agony, he gasped as he spoke.
"You shoot at me and expect me to let you go?"
"Would you if you were in my shoes?"
Zhang Xiaofan asked coldly.
