Ye Fei didn't get angry, but just smiled lightly: "If you don't believe these things, then what do you believe?"

"fist!"

Yang Jianxiong picked up a pebble from the ground, held it in his palm, and with a click, the pebble instantly shattered.

A pile of sand and gravel fell from his palm.

"In this world, fists are king."

Yang Jianxiong looked arrogant: "As long as the fist is hard enough, even cows, ghosts and snakes can be crushed."

"It's a pity that your fist is not strong enough."

Ye Fei stretched out his hand, grabbed Yang Jianxiong's short gun, and shot himself in the head.

Yang Jianxiong subconsciously roared: "Tired of living?"

"Pah——" He stopped midway through his words, as if a cock had cut his throat, and his expression was extremely horrified.

In his field of vision, in front of his head, Ye Fei grabbed the bullet with his palm.

Ye Fei, whose brains were about to burst out, stood intact.

The wind is gentle and the clouds are light, smiling at the flowers blooming and falling.

This is impossible, this is impossible. Yang Jianxiong knelt down, stunned, and was about to cry.

His pride, his unruliness, and his worldview all collapsed.

"Director Yang, please leave a souvenir."

Ye Fei threw the hot warhead back to Yang Jianxiong: "Take it well, you will also suffer a bloody disaster in the past few days."
Chapter completed!