The night was deep and misty, with strands of cold wind brushing by, lending an added chill to the entire street.
At this moment, Ye Feng was only a step away from Huang Silang, his expression indifferent, his eyes filled with amusement.
Huang Silang lay on the ground, the color of terror on his face slowly fading away, like a scheming fox that had succeeded in its ploy, his smile tinged with a trace of satisfaction.
"You're very skilled! But you're also an idiot!"
At this moment, the fear that Huang Silang had just shown seemed to vanish all at once, as if he had torn off his own disguise, now exuding an evil Qi filled with ferocity.
Then he stood up from the ground, the pitch-black muzzle of the gun in his palm directly aimed at Ye Feng.
"How about that? Shocked, huh? Even if you're so skilled, what does it matter? Are you as powerful as my gun?"
Huang Silang was extremely pleased with himself at this moment, aiming his gun at Ye Feng's head, his face full of ruthless glee.
