However, Ling Zhenfei ignored the threat from his opponent. He casually tossed the gun in his hand to the ground and swept a contemptuous gaze at Tan Shaojie, "Didn't you just say you wanted to duel with me? Now's your chance. Come at me, I'll let you have three moves."
"No! I will kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
Tan Shaojie knew very well that he was no match for Ling Zhenfei. How could he dare to humiliate himself in front of Ling Zhenfei?
Upon hearing Ling Zhenfei's words, Tan Shaojie went mad, gripping his mini submachine gun and unleashing a volley of bullets at him.
But this barrage was obviously a waste of ammunition. When he realized that Ling Zhenfei had already vanished, he felt a cold wind behind his ear.
Not good!
The cold wind made Tan Shaojie's heart pound like a drum. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late.
Slap!
