"You suspect us?" Brother Tin looked at GS.
"Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? Who else would I suspect? Why has nothing happened to any of you?" GS scrutinized them.
"LS, that suspicion makes no sense. There are plenty of heavy hitters in Hong Kong Island. Just because we're fine doesn't mean we did it," Flying Dragon said.
"You caught the hitman who attacked you. Didn't you get anything out of him?"
"He was a hitman from Vietnam. He didn't even know who hired him. But this happened in Causeway Bay. Who else could it be besides you?" GS said coldly.
"You suspect us because you and Master Fu were attacked? I suspect you staged it! You killed the hitman before he fired a single shot. Who the hell are you trying to fool?" Unable to hold back, Shui Fang Biao slapped the table.
"Try it and see if you get a chance to shoot! There's only a table between us right now. Believe I could kill you before you got a shot off?" GS sneered at Shui Fang Biao.
"You fucking bluffing me?" Shui Fang Biao glared.
Bang!
GS kicked his right leg upward, flipping the entire tabletop toward Shui Fang Biao.
Then he pushed off, pouncing like a tiger. His elbow thrust through the tabletop like a spear, and his forearm swung forward like a great axe, breaking it open as he reached through to grab Shui Fang Biao's face.
Shui Fang Biao had barely raised his hands to block the falling table when GS seized his face.
With the tabletop still hanging from his arm, GS gripped Shui Fang Biao's face with one hand and drove him toward the wall.
"Let's see if I can beat you to death! Shoot? Shoot your fucking mother!" GS