"Li Feng!"
The middle-aged man in a bathrobe at the mahjong table had a bad premonition and subconsciously reached under the table.
Li Feng, seeing the other party fidget, walked nonchalantly to the front of the mahjong table.
"Chui Ge really likes to play mahjong."
Wang Tie looked up at Li Feng, then suddenly burst into action, pulling a handgun from under the table and aiming it at Li Feng.
Just as the gun was pointed at Li Feng, he swiftly seized the gun barrel.
Wang Tie pulled the trigger, but was unable to press his finger down. Li Feng smirked coldly, flashed his hand back, and the gun disassembled instantly, the bullets flying out.
"Ah!"
The young models seated at the mahjong table finally came to their senses and screamed in panic, one of them even running towards the door. But as soon as she opened it—
"Ah!"
An even more piercing scream echoed in the living room, the person falling squarely on the floor.
Wang Tie's expression was dark as he looked at Li Feng.
