"Wait a moment!" Yu God interrupted with a smile and looked at Zhang Feng curiously, "While you can still speak, I'd like to ask you, how did you get out of the coffin back then?"
Yu God had many curiosities, with a look of wanting to investigate.
But in the next second.
He couldn't smile anymore.
Zhang Feng pulled out two pistols from his waist, aiming them all at him,
"It's not just you who's curious, I'm also a bit curious. Don't you guys search anyone? How could you let me bring in guns?"
During the conversation, a bodyguard beside him wanted to draw a gun.
Bang!
Zhang Feng quickly fired a shot, hitting him right in the forehead.
But at the same time, Yu God exerted force with his feet, ripping through the plastic lawn, charging towards a nearby load-bearing pillar, trying to find cover.
However, with two gunshots.
Zhang Feng accurately shot his two ankles, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud.
