The two of them slowly retreated toward the large truck, all gun barrels aimed squarely at them, yet no one dared to shoot.
The atmosphere was tense and oppressive.
Yamamoto Yu watched as the two were about to make their escape, unable to swallow his anger. He abruptly raised his gun, aiming at Xi Nanfeng. As long as the bullets avoided the bombs strapped to him, it shouldn't cause an explosion…
Yamamoto Yu was gambling on luck, but Xi Nanfeng had already seen through his intentions.
He raised his hand and waved at Yamamoto Yu, "You old bastard, the remote detonator is in my hand. If you fire even one shot, I'll press the button immediately. Boom!"
Xi Nanfeng exaggeratedly simulated the sound of an explosion.
Yamamoto Yu's aged face turned green with rage, his hand gripping the gun trembling uncontrollably.
This guy is even more cunning and troublesome than a weasel—despicable!
