Shen Jiaqi closed her eyes in shock, she knew Qin Feng could fight, but no matter how well he could fight, he couldn't withstand bullets.
A wailing sound emerged, but it wasn't Qin Feng; instead, it was a burly man crouched on the ground, screaming hoarsely.
His right hand was bloody, and three or four fingers were broken, exposing the ghastly White Bone.
At the moment he fired the gun, Yangg Yuhuan emerged from the Storage Ring and twisted the gun muzzle down by a centimeter.
With a centimeter's error, the bullet wasn't fired, and instead, the gun chamber exploded.
Qin Feng coldly glanced at the hooligans, walked forward, tapped the Land Rover, and suddenly clenched his fist and smashed down.
Bang
After a resounding crash, the Land Rover's hood immediately dented inward.
He blamed himself for Little Ziyue's mother's death, and all the anger in his heart exploded at once!
"Just because you drive a good car, you think you can bully people?"
