A puff sound.
The bearded man froze.
With his legs clamping and his hands covering his crotch, he then stiffly fell backwards.
The others, seeing this, grew even more furious.
Three of them charged at once.
They rushed at Chen Fang with daggers in hand.
Although Chen Fang's hand-to-hand skills were exceptional, he couldn't withstand the assault of three daggers. In the exchange of attacks, his arm was sliced open.
Even so.
He still stood in front of Qi Kexin, not allowing them to come any closer.
He held his own against three, not falling behind.
It looked like the fight was going to be at a stalemate.
Niu Yongjie fumbled around his waist.
He pulled out a crude homemade gun, loaded it, and aimed it at Chen Fang, bellowing, "Everybody, stop your damn fighting!"
At that command.
Everyone stopped.
Chen Fang did the same.
"Shoot then, you're so tough, aren't you? Come on, shoot again, let me see!"
Niu Yongjie, his face full of murderous intent, shouted at Chen Fang.
