"Don't you think you're too confident?" Leng Zimo turned his head slightly, looking behind him, his eyes brightened, "Zirui..."
Luo Ke instinctively turned his head to look, and in that distracted moment, Leng Zimo raised his hand to grab his wrist holding the gun and struck forcefully.
Bang!
Luo Ke's wrist knocked against the table corner, the handgun slipped painfully from his grip.
Leng Zimo threw a punch with his raised hand, Luo Ke dodged sideways, Leng Zimo turned to grab the gun on the table, but Luo Ke abruptly kicked the table, tilting it, causing the gun to slide off, Leng Zimo grabbed into thin air.
Luo Ke flicked his toe, aiming a kick at his face.
Raising his arm to block the foot, Leng Zimo unhesitatingly punched again, and Luo Ke stepped back.
Leng Zimo swiftly drew a dagger from his body, while Luo Ke coldly smiled, clutching tightly, a fang appeared on his ring.
