Those young men who had been whispering and discussing Li Zhe all fell silent immediately.
"Damn, Young Master Li has gone berserk, at such close range, won't that kid be turned into a sieve?" one murmured, eyes wide.
"Not necessarily, I've heard martial artists are quite formidable; common firearms hardly bother them. Since this guy has come alone, maybe he has some special tricks up his sleeve!" another slightly shook his head.
As soon as these words were uttered, a group of bodyguards didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.
Tang Liang, the old man, trembled slightly in excitement, his murky eyes sparkling with a sharp light, as if he had already seen the blood splashing from Ling Fan's body, lying in a pool of blood with eyes wide open in a tragic end.
Tang Yinnian and Tang Jianzhong, the two brothers, exchanged glances, a hint of a smirk on their faces, suddenly feeling it was not as serious as their older brother had made it seem.
