The Lone Wolf reacted swiftly, flipping his wrist so that the gun pointed directly at Lin Chen's forehead.
However, when he pulled the trigger, the gun didn't fire.
"How is this possible?" the Lone Wolf's expression changed.
At that moment, the lights in the restaurant turned on, and the Lone Wolf saw a smiling face.
At that moment, Lin Chen astonishingly held a magazine in his hand.
"Damn it!"
The look on the Lone Wolf's face changed drastically, his assassin's instincts telling him that he had kicked an iron plate this time.
Just then, his other hand swiftly drew a dagger from his waist and thrust it toward Lin Chen's throat.
But as his arm swung halfway through the air, it was grabbed by a pair of large hands.
"Crack!" Accompanied by a clear sound, the Lone Wolf felt intense pain shoot through his wrist.
His left wrist was directly twisted and broken by Lin Chen.
