Le Yu drew his gun and fired. No one had time to react.
Except Jing Zhengfeng.
The instant the shotgun went off, Jing Zhengfeng had already braced one hand against the table and flipped himself up. As he dodged, his five fingers hooked toward Le Yu, and the lightburst he unleashed snapped forward like a fanged wolf!
Biting Combat Arts Bite!
Clang!
Le Yu casually threw a punch. Jing Zhengfeng's lightburst instantly burst like a bubble. Struck by Le Yu's fist in midair, Jing Zhengfeng lost his balance and was sent flying, crashing to the ground. However, the moment he landed, he rolled and sprang back up like a carp leaping from water. Clearly, he was used to fighting; no matter how much it hurt or how badly he was injured, he would never dare lie on the ground.
After the rapid exchanges that took place in the blink of an eye, the others finally reacted. The quiet Huifu Hall immediately erupted into an uproar:
"Eldest Young Master, how could you—"
"He actually fired a shotgun!?"
"Move, move, get out of the way!"
Some people had even risen to their feet. Judging from their panicked expressions, they were probably planning to flee Jing Garden. As old members of the Jing Family, they had long been prepared for the four Jing brothers to fight among themselves over the position of family head. The moment anything seemed wrong, they prepared to run.
Amid the clamorous din, Le Yu stroked the Short-barreled Shotgun and said lazily, "Everyone, don't be nervous. I was just playing a little joke on my adorable younger brother. Surely even the well-traveled members of the Jing Family wouldn't be scared by that? No? No?"
Everyone calmed down and took a closer look. Although Le Yu had fired toward the