"Aren't you very capable? If you have the ability, make a move on me!" Fan Lilon laughed wildly.
"Smack!"
Ye Qingfeng slapped the man's face directly.
Fan Lilon was stunned, covering his face and glaring at Ye Qingfeng in surprise, shouting, "How dare you hit me, do you believe..."
"Smack!"
Another loud slap.
The onlookers were all dazed, with two guns pointed at that young man, isn't he afraid of dying?
"Shoot him, shoot him!" Fan Lilon screamed frantically.
The two gunmen immediately reacted, about to shoot, but Ye Qingfeng naturally didn't give them a chance, and in an instant, several Sword Qi beams shot out.
The hands of the two gunmen were pierced by the Sword Qi, and they screamed in pain, their bullets all hitting the sky.
Fan Lilon's eyes widened in terror, he hadn't even seen Ye Qingfeng make a move, and his two ace subordinates were disabled.
"Damn it, you're asking for death, everyone, get him!"
Fan Lilon shouted suddenly.
