Although Old Master Zhang was old, in his younger years, he was famously known as Iron Fist Zhang. Back when he roamed the Martial World, he was renowned for his bravery and was definitely not one to sit and wait for death.
Seizing the moment of saying "Good one, Song Yun," Old Master Zhang drew something hidden on him. This was a personal item of his, only palm-sized, entirely silver—a very vintage revolver with limited bullets but significant power, much more potent than a standard 5.4.
The barrel of the revolver was already aimed at Zhu Yeqing as it was pulled out.
Bang.
A sound echoed.
A burst of flame roared from the gun barrel.
If hit at such close range, it would undoubtedly leave a large bloody hole in someone.
However, Zhu Yeqing's skills were evidently not weak; otherwise, he would not have been able to approach Old Master Zhang so silently.
As Old Master Zhang made his move, Zhu Yeqing's body swung slightly.
