White Hair Old Man's face was covered in cold sweat at this moment.
The Japanese sword pressing against his neck had already cut through the skin, and blood was flowing down. Ding Fan's aura was strong; the chilling murderous intent made White Hair Old Man have no doubt that the man in front of him could act on his threats at any moment.
"Everyone, put down your weapons right f****** now," White Hair Old Man shouted to the crowd.
When the boss spoke, the punks below dared not disobey. In an instant, the machetes and steel pipes in their hands were thrown to the ground.
"Brother Fan, be careful!" At that moment, Mu Zi suddenly shouted to Ding Fan as if she had noticed something.
At the same time, a gunshot rang out from a two-story building in the distance.
A reflection had swept across them a moment ago, and Mu Zi quickly realized there was a sniper on the second floor. However, the moment she warned Ding Fan, the sniper had already fired.
