Rick is more than qualified to say this; he didn't listen to Lin Fan and suffered greatly, the wounds on his hands still hurting like hell.
He's kindly reminding Morgan Smith not to repeat his mistakes.
If he doesn't listen, the next moment this big white guy's hand might be pierced by Lin Fan's flying knife, like a bullet.
Morgan Smith observed Rick and realized Rick's miserable state, so he understood that no matter who the opponent was, the best choice for him right now, given the unclear situation, was to comply with the opponent.
"Put the gun down," Morgan Smith said to the big white guy.
The big white guy could only comply, squat down, and place the gun on the ground.
By the time he stood back up, Lin Fan had appeared.
"Please, kick the gun over here."
Lin Fan was holding a gun, which to those unaware of Lin Fan's capabilities, was undoubtedly the simplest and most effective threat.
Sure enough, seeing the gun, the big white guy obediently kicked his gun over.
