Wang Zhanting glared at Fatty Wang, who was crying and sobbing, hesitating, and just as he put down the gun, Fatty Wang leaped up, his obese body crashed into Wang Zhanting, snatching the gun from his hand, and Wang Zhanting was already knocked onto the LCD TV. The sudden turn of events left Wang Zhanting momentarily incredulous.
Fatty Wang held the gun, letting out a cackling laugh. "Third Uncle!" Hearing Fatty Wang approach suddenly made Wang Zhanting look at him; the dark, gaping barrel pointed at his thigh. "I'll give you three chances, where's the staff?"
"It's really not with the Wang Family!" With a bang, the bullet penetrated Wang Zhanting's thigh, his blood soaking the carpet, and Wang Zhanting fell to the ground wailing. He couldn't believe Fatty Wang would actually do this, but he was wrong; the wound bled, and the pain had already spread throughout his body.
