"You guys really think you have me cornered?" The words came from Fang Yi's mouth slowly, without a trace of emotion, cold and mechanical, yet carrying a hint of mockery.
Originally, the two old men were still smiling, but their expressions suddenly froze for a moment. Even Long Qi, who was sitting opposite Fang Yi, showed a slight change of color.
The next moment, Long Qi started laughing.
"Interesting, interesting, truly interesting! Haha!" Long Qi laughed heartily. "I'd really like to see what gives you the confidence to claim that we can't control you!"
"You really can't control me," Fang Yi said.
"Oh, is that so?"
"Want to try?"
"Alright, let's try then!" Excitement flashed in Long Qi's eyes.
In the next moment, Fang Yi suddenly pulled his right hand out of his pocket, forming it into the shape of a gun. He aimed his index finger at Long Qi, making a "biu" sound with his mouth, as if shooting at Long Qi.
The smile on Long Qi's face instantly turned cold.
