Twisting a rifle into a pretzel with his bare hands—what kind of madness was this!
How on earth did Lin Tian manage that!
How strong must his grip be!
The leader of the robbers was flabbergasted on the spot, and he wasn't the only one—all present were similarly stunned.
Especially Bu Mengting, who stared at Lin Tian with stars in her eyes, practically worshipping him.
"Run, for God's sake! It's a ghost!"
The leader was the first to snap out of it. Seeing that his gun was now useless, he turned tail and ran.
Bu Mengting anxiously shouted from the side, "Husband, catch that bad guy—he's hurt me."
What? He actually hurt his own little wife!
Lin Tian was furious. He originally planned to leave the aftermath to the police, but now it seemed he needed to take matters into his own hands.
Whoever dared to hurt his little wife, Lin Tian would make them pay a hundred times over.
