Yamamoto Yu actually admired this man's guts a little.
Mr. Gu's friends, each and every one of them, were bold and smart men, the kind he'd almost envy.
Xi Nanfeng strode directly up to Yamamoto Yu, curling his lips into a reckless, unrestrained smile as he stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and gripped Yamamoto Yu's wrist—the one holding the gun.
"You old bastard, if you've got a bone to pick, come at me! Don't point that cold barrel at my brother." Xi Nanfeng spoke with cold sharpness as he used Yamamoto Yu's hand to tilt the gun away from Ye Cheng's forehead and aim it squarely at his own.
Yamamoto Yu was taken aback for a moment by the sudden move.
Having dominated the underworld for so many years, he rarely encountered someone this fearless. If he weren't Gu Moqian's man, Yamamoto might have considered buying him out.
"Heh heh heh…" Yamamoto Yu suddenly burst into a low laugh. "You want to die? That's easy enough; I can grant your wish right now."
