Bang!
Chen Zhao moved his head instantly. Even with his back to the shooter, he could still accurately determine the instant the trigger was pulled.
He also swept backward, kicking the shooter's neck.
The man fell to the ground with a twisted neck, dead.
Chen Zhao never even looked back at him.
However, these people's violence was quite unexpected.
They actually dared to take out their guns in broad daylight and even fire.
Chen Zhao had thought that they would only threaten him.
He'd never thought about actually killing someone. He'd just wanted to teach them a lesson.
But now, he was completely furious.
Chen Zhao stared coldly at Quincy. "You know what happens to people who point a gun at my head?"
Quincy's pupils constricted. This Asian was dangerous!
"Mr. Chen, how about you just let this go now? You killed one of my men."
"No!" Chen Zhao saw another guy stab at him with a dagger.