Since Zhang Yang had already chosen to make a move, he had no intention of holding back.
He suddenly kicked at the black man's knee, the leg directly kneeling on the ground, with the sound of bones cracking audible.
The black man screamed in pain and still tried to turn around and shoot Zhang Yang.
But Zhang Yang dodged it, then grabbed the arm, stomping on the black man's back, and yanked hard.
The arm immediately broke, and the handgun fell to the ground.
Zhang Yang directly picked it up, and the black man shuddered, thinking Zhang Yang was going to shoot him with it.
But Zhang Yang just threw all the bullets from the gun onto the ground, then casually tossed the gun aside.
Zhang Yang disdained to use such things. Having dealt with these two troublesome men, he patted his hands and then casually sat on the sofa.
"Alright, everyone, don't be nervous. Let's all sit down, we can talk things over slowly."
Seeing Zhang Yang act this way, Guo Hailong's expression darkened.
