However, the ragged young man's eyes revealed a cunning yet cruel gaze as he took out a handgun.
Su Fan's hand enveloped in True Qi directly crushed his handgun into scrap metal.
The grip of a Martial Arts Grandmaster is no weaker than that of a typical hydraulic press.
After doing all this, Su Fan did not give the little bastard a chance to beg for mercy; he lifted his hand and tapped lightly on the other's forehead.
A burst of True Qi instantly blew his brain into a mushy mess.
As Su Fan and Ye Zhaoyi continued forward, the man collapsed to the ground.
Although Su Fan had only recently entered the dark alley, he already knew what kind of place this was.
Ye Zhaoyi grew up here from a young age, so it's no wonder that when she is serious, she resembles a block of ice.
After Su Fan made his move once, no one else dared to provoke him again.
