When the Green Gang thugs pointed axes and gun barrels at Luo Xia, Zheng Hua thought the young man before him was far too reckless. No matter how strong his martial arts were, how could they compare to pistols?
Yes, Zheng Hua had assumed that Luo Xia's feat of taking on ten men at once had been a display of martial arts.
But he soon realized just how wrong he was. Luo Xia spread his hands, and a mass of green light appeared, seizing the weapons out of thin air.
The thugs cried out as if they had seen a ghost. The weapons in their hands, whether axes or pistols, flew away in an instant.
The axes spun through the air and plunged deep into the wooden ceiling.
The pistols, meanwhile, turned around and aimed at their former owners.
The pistols hovered before the crowd. With a series of clicks, their slides were pulled back in unison, as if manipulated by countless invisible hands.
This scene, beyond the limits of human imagination, shocked everyone present, including the young Zheng Hua.
"I gave you a chance, but some people just don't know how to value one," Luo Xia said calmly.
A gunshot rang out. Just one. The pistol in front of Jin Xiangrong had fired.
But there was no spray of blood. The bullet, still scalding hot, struck Jin Xiangrong between the eyebrows, then stopped dead.
Boss Jin was a tough one. Even with a burn forming between his brows, he gritted his teeth and didn't dare make a sound.
Luo Xia had to admit the man had some nerve. Otherwise, he would never have risen to the position of crime lord.
Still, that kind of courage meant nothing to Luo Xia.
With a clink, the bullet lost its support and