Your Attitude Determines My Strength

Chen Feng's lips curled up slightly as he asked indifferently. His lips curled up into a sneer, and his eyes emitted a slight chill. Desi sensed that there was danger, and his body trembled a little. But now, he could only rely on a spear to threaten Chen Feng.

The hand holding the gun had begun to tremble slightly.

"Shut up! Get out of here, or I'll shoot you! "

A man with his current position should at least have experienced quite a bit. But now, kneeling in front of Chen Feng and shivering, he even almost cried.

Chen Feng could not hold back his laughter. He slowly squatted down, not fearing that he would shoot. After all, the way he held the gun was wrong. If he recklessly shot the gun, it would only break his arm and shoot upwards.

"I advise you to let go of this gun. When you attack, I will judge my strength based on your attitude."