"Are you talking about Xiaoqi?"
"Yes!"
"Who's Xiaoqi?"
Before these words landed, the first person to lose patience wasn't Old Liu, it was Zhang Sanfeng who pulled a gun from his wheelchair, aimed directly at the opponent's face, and without any hesitation, pulled the trigger. The speed was so fast that even Zhong Qiaohui and Old Liu beside him couldn't react.
Whoosh, the silenced bullet shot out.
The gray face leaned backward, but after the smoke cleared from the muzzle of Zhang Sanfeng's gun, gray lifted his head back up, unscathed.
Zhang Sanfeng again pressed the switches on either side of his wheelchair, and this time, a burst of bullets shot out from the machine gun mounted on the wheelchair. Such dense gunfire was enough to turn all targets in front into a sieve.
