Lin Fan's gaze was cold, like two ice ponds.
Blood streaks in his eyes seemed to be emitting a pungent smell of blood, making one's soul tremble!
Yang Feng instinctively reached for the gun at his waist, but Lin Fan had already moved, grabbing his throat.
With a sharp push of his palm, Yang Feng's head immediately slammed into the rear car window with a dull "bang" sound.
Fortunately, Lin Fan didn't use deadly force, or Yang Feng's head would have burst!
"Don't play with guns in front of me, or I'll make sure you never have the chance to hold one again," Lin Fan said chillingly.
Yang Feng held his breath, his face extremely solemn. He had no doubt that Lin Fan would kill him, and he slowly released his grip on the gun.
Lin Fan exhaled a thick stream of smoke, obscuring his cold eyes, and said in a flat tone, "Did you take these photos to look down on the 'Suicide Squad,' or are you provoking my bottom line?"
