Tiger's eyes were wide open, his right hand that clutched the gun trembling continuously, with fine beads of sweat covering his forehead.
Ning Fan said, his perspective was too narrow.
Is it possible that now in the Jianghu, the industry elites are all impervious to sword and spear, invincible against water and fire?
Tiger really wanted to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming!
However, the surprising events were far from over.
"Swish!"
Ning Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from view, transforming into a dreamlike and illusory flash of light.
Accompanied by a series of crisp "crack" sounds, the hands of Tiger's underlings raised in mid-air were forcibly broken, and their pistols fell to the ground.
"Hand... broken..."
In just a few seconds, the group of henchmen who claimed not to fear death were rolling on the ground, their expressions twisted into abstract art, clearly enduring extreme pain.
"Put down the gun."
