"If you've got the guts, try shooting." Li Fei slowly walked forward.
"You've got some nerve!"
Shanji arrogantly yelled, "Your hands and feet are now worth four hundred thousand, one hundred thousand yuan each. If you can gather the money, I will ensure your safety; otherwise, if even ten thousand yuan is missing, you will lose something from your body."
He was infuriatingly arrogant, making one itch to beat him up severely.
Facing the gunpoint, Li Fei's steps didn't stop; instead, he provocatively said, "Alright, since you're asking for death, let me send you off right now."
The others quickly scurried to the sides to avoid being hit by bullets later.
The next second, a burst of loud bangs echoed; Shanji, without hesitation, fired a barrage of bullets. The moment he pulled the trigger, Li Fei moved his feet in an almost enchanting manner, dodging the bullets as they whizzed by, inches from his body, which was a breathtaking sight.
