Wu Li glanced around the hotel lobby bustling with people and noticed Chen Gang and others behind him.
Ahead, Feng Lin smiled at him, and Wu Li suddenly understood the other's intention: fighting here meant both parties had reservations. Feng Lin worried about accidentally injuring bystanders, while Wu Li worried about Chen Gang and the others being harmed. Ultimately, it was all about confidence.
Feng Lin was confident he would not miss a shot, but it all depended on whether Wu Li was confident enough to prevent Feng Lin from firing a single shot.
"Alright!" Wu Li said, looking at Feng Lin.
Feng Lin nodded, and like magic, a silver-gray handgun appeared in his right hand, his arm hanging down as he locked eyes with Wu Li.
"Please."
Zi!
The sound of shoe soles violently rubbing against the marble floor rang out.
"Roar!"
A loud roar suddenly exploded in the hotel lobby, startling everyone like thunder on a clear day.
