An inexplicable hush fell over the surroundings.
Everyone stared at Jun Wangchen in astonishment, as though they had misheard him.
This idiot! A chill ran down the backs of Han Qingyun's subordinates as they cursed inwardly.
Han Qingyun was already on the verge of losing control and could not take any provocation. Was Jun Wangchen really unafraid of death, antagonizing him like this?
"Jun Wangchen, do you think I really wouldn't shoot?" Murder flashed in Han Qingyun's eyes. His finger settled firmly on the trigger, as though he would pull it at any moment.
Mo Li's and Fu Xuner's hearts leaped into their throats. They hurriedly shot Jun Wangchen meaningful looks, signaling him to keep quiet for now.
After all, no matter how formidable someone was, they could not stop a bullet at such close range.
Jun Wangchen remained unmoved. Looking at Han Qingyun, he said evenly, "If you really wanted to shoot, you wouldn't waste so much breath on me!"
Before Han Qingyun could react, a cold glint flashed in Jun Wangchen's eyes. He swiftly raised his hand, seized Han Qingyun's gun hand, and squeezed hard without warning.
Crack!
"Argh!"
A sharp crunch of shattering bone rang out. Agonizing pain shot through Han Qingyun, and he screamed. Beads of sweat immediately poured down his forehead, wetting a patch of floor.
"Bastard, you asked for this!" Madness filled Han Qingyun's eyes. He picked up the pistol with his other hand and turned to fire.
Jun Wangchen curled his right hand, snatched the gun from Han Qingyun in an instant, and squeezed hard.
With a crack, the pistol was crushed in Jun Wangchen's hand before everyone's dumbfounded eyes.
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath at the sight.
He had crushed a pistol with one hand. With strength that terrifying, there could