"Who are you? Damn it, how did you do that?"
Men Xi shrieked almost hysterically.
Just because he recognized the sound of the safety being switched on that gun.
That was his gun.
In the rain of bullets year after year, he'd fought his way using that gun.
To Men Xi, that gun was his partner, his right arm, his talisman!
But when did that gun fall into that person's hands?
Men Xi still couldn't believe it at this moment!
Because he hadn't even sensed anyone touching his trench coat.
Moreover, given the speed of the wind that just blew past, was it even possible?
"Phoenix Blade, Huang Qingtian!"
In the night, a deep and hoarse male voice sounded the death knell.
As for this man who proclaimed his own name, Men Xi's panicked heart almost leapt to its highest rate in that instant.
"You are... that one from Phoenix Blade?" Not just in China, but across all countries in the world, that person from Phoenix Blade was a household name.
