Ma Zhiyi pushed his subordinate aside and was about to aim his gun at Li Feng, but in the brief moment of his hesitation, Li Feng had already sensed something amiss and lunged forward with the quickness of an arrow.
Ma Zhiyi froze for a moment, and before he could regain his composure, Li Feng's fist had already landed on the bridge of Ma Zhiyi's nose.
Humph!
Ma Zhiyi's nose caved in and blood spurted out, as Li Feng smoothly snatched the handgun from his hand.
"Gulp."
The Think Tank standing nearby swallowed hard, his gaze towards Li Feng changing. This guy was so brazen, not even afraid at the sight of a gun.
"Bro, let's talk this out, be careful with that thing."
The Think Tank was genuinely scared. This was a real deal, couple of bangs and someone could actually die.
