Hearing this, Zou Dong wiped his nosebleed and, with a bizarre cry, scooped up a watermelon knife from the ground and lunged directly at Shen Qiang, who was sitting on the sofa.
"I'll chop you to death!"
Shen Qiang flicked his fingers.
With precision and power behind his Finger Strength, the pistachio that shot out struck right at the bend of Zou Dong's knee.
Zou Dong, charging forward, felt his leg go weak and thudded to his knees before Shen Qiang.
The knife in his hand was instantly seized by Shen Qiang.
"Kneel properly!"
As he pressed the knife against Zou Dong's neck, Shen Qiang looked on with a calm, detached expression. The officer who had previously addressed him as Uncle Lee immediately drew his gun and aimed at Shen Qiang, saying, "Put down the knife, or I shoot!"
At these words, Shen Qiang smiled.
With a flick of his wrist, the Dragon Group ID stored in his Storage Ring appeared in his hand.
