A sharp slap rang out. Zhao Shilong was knocked straight to the ground, the other side of his face slamming hard against it. In an instant, his face was covered in blood.
Tang... Tang Wen had done it...
Wasn't he very weak?
Didn't he lack even the strength to truss a chicken?
But he had been about thirty feet from Zhao Shilong. Only a martial artist at sixth-rank perfection could have brought Zhao Shilong down with a surprise attack!
The corners of Gu Hanyan's mouth twitched several times, and her eyes widened. The Popularity Little Figure above her head shook wildly like a withered leaf tossed about in the wind.
A few breaths later, the Popularity Little Figure's face suddenly flushed red. She stared blankly at Tang Wen, like a bashful young girl.
The next moment, the Popularity Little Figure began roaring like a lioness east of the river, seemingly cursing, "That bastard... has he been lying to me all along?"
Pfft, pfft, pfft...
Tang Wen flicked his sleeve, and bullets sprayed wildly around Zhao Shilong, blasting holes even in the hard, thick cement ground.
Zhao Shilong had also been stunned by Tang Wen's slap. Only now did he come to his senses, but with bullets flying all around him, he did not dare move.
The moment Tang Wen stopped, he sprang up and shouted, "Kill them! Kill them for me! Kill them all!"
Yet not one of the Law Enforcement Team members who had come with him dared act, including Li Xiongba.
After all, several hundred firearms were aimed at them. How would trying to kill these people be any different from courting death?
"Zhao Shilong, you old dog! If you dare bark another word, everyone of the Tang family, listen up: shoot him dead on the spot!" Tang