A Foreigner With a Tang Sword

"In that case, Brother Song doesn't plan to give me respect, right?"

These words made the entire room tense up again. Song Jian looked at Chen Yun. "What if I don't want to give it to you?"

Hahahaha!

Chen Yun laughed loudly. Beside him, Zou Runbei took out a gun from his inner pocket and pointed the black muzzle between Song Jian's eyebrows. "You can't just refuse to give Brother Yun face."

You!

Song Jian did not expect Chen Yun to ask his subordinates to bring out their guns. For a moment, even the men beside him were stunned. They did not expect such a change. However, they had no choice. They had short knives on their waists, while the other party had real guns!

How could they dare to take action?