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Li Xianjin wasn't slow to react. When he saw Li Yifei move, he was already prepared to shoot, but it was too late. From the brain's response, issuing a command, to the body's reaction, it still takes time. So, this shot by Li Xianjin was fired directly into the sky.
"Bang!" A loud noise, the bullet shot out of the gun barrel, and the migrant workers behind Li Yifei instantly turned pale with fear. Many instinctively crouched down, while those on the periphery simply turned and ran to escape as far as possible.
Li Yifei didn't dodge. He charged forward, jumped, and punched Li Xianjin in the face. With his other hand, he snatched away the gun, followed by a knee strike that made Li Xianjin curl up like a boiled shrimp, letting out dry heaves from his mouth.
In the blink of an eye, Li Yifei disabled Li Xianjin, snatched the gun, and pointed it right at his head.
