Liu Feng gasped sharply, fear and dread driving his hand slowly into his pocket.
"Are you trying to reach for your gun?"
Jiang Chuan raised his hand, holding a black handgun, his finger wrapped around the trigger, casually twirling it in a few arcs in his hand.
When Liu Feng saw the gun in the other man's hand, a chill spread completely across his back.
Because the gun Jiang Chuan held was the one he carried with him!
Reaching into his pocket again, it was already empty!
Cold sweat dripped down Liu Feng's face, his heart pounding in terror.
He finally realized he had provoked someone he shouldn't have; the opponent's strength was far beyond what he could contend with.
When Jiang Chuan spun the gun around his fingers and pointed it directly at Liu Feng's head, Liu Feng's psychological defenses suddenly collapsed.
No longer did a single ounce of resistance or persistence rise in his heart.
Then, with a thud, Liu Feng directly fell to his knees on the ground.
