Sharuk's face went pale with shock, and with a surge of swift movement, he viciously seized Xiao Yufei's neck.
"Don't shoot, or else I'll strangle this lass to death."
"Uh…"
Caught off guard, Xiao Yufei couldn't catch her breath, her little face turning beet red, unable to speak a word.
She could only see a silhouette outside the door, hands at the waist, bending over as if about to draw a gun.
However, looking from a bright area into a dark one, she couldn't make out any facial features.
But she recognized the voice—it was Xiao Zheng.
"Let go of the girl!"
Xiao Zheng squeezed his throat, feigning to draw his weapon, pacing back and forth, causing Sharuk to tremble with fear.
It was known that the Divine Needle King's strength lay in his needle technique, not in his own physical power, which was no match for bullets.
If he were shot at, he would be hit by the bullets, he would bleed, and he could die.
