It was as stable as a mountain, preventing him from moving.

Ye Fan kicked Lu Qing away, turned around and scanned the audience, and said indifferently again:

"Who else?"

This time, no one jumped out.

In comparison with people, he was not as good as Ye Fan. In comparison with courage, Mr. Jin was kicked. In comparison with force, Black Rakshasa was defeated. In comparison with power, Lu Qing knelt down.

Jin Wen even wanted to struggle, but his shoulders were still held down, and he could only stand there suffocatingly.

There was dead silence.

Chen Ximo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

Grandma looked even more desperate.

"take away!"

Ye Fan waved his hand and escorted Grandma and the others away.

Jin Wen couldn't hold back, broke free from the hand holding him, picked up a gun, pointed it at Ye Fan's back and shouted:

"Boy, go to hell!"

When Lu Qing and the others saw this, they exclaimed: "Ah——"

"Whoosh——"

Just when Jin Wen was about to pull the trigger, Ye Fan, who had his back turned, suddenly reached out, grabbed a silver chopstick on the table and flicked it.

There was a sharp sound, and the chopsticks flashed away and fell into the muzzle of Jin Wendu's gun.

At the same time, Jin Wendu pressed the trigger.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise, Jin Wendu screamed, and the firearm fell to the ground.

The barrel of the gun was ugly and twisted, with wisps of smoke coming out, and the gun body was stained with blood.

The gun exploded!

"Happy engagement!"

Ye Fan waved to Chen Ximo and walked away...

Chen Ximo looked at Ye Fan's back and swore in shame and anger:
Chapter completed!