Saint Feng, Hug...

"Ah!"

In the small room on the second floor, Jiang Haifeng's scream followed the gunshot.

This shot was fired by Ya Quan, who had quickly run up to the second floor.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw Jiang Haifeng lying on the ground, holding an M9 pistol and pointing it at Ma Feng.

There was a man in a black suit standing by the door. Ya Quan snatched the SIGP226 pistol from the other party without saying anything.

He pulled the safety and loaded the gun. His movements were swift and smooth as he raised the gun and fired.

His handsome movements were extremely fast. Before he could even aim, the bullet shot out like a rainbow.

Jiang Haifeng, whose wrist was pierced by his gun, screamed in pain. His only weapon, the M9 pistol, fell to the ground.

Ya Quan, who had a 100% accuracy rate, threw the SIGGP226 pistol back to its owner.

"Does it feel good to have a gun pointed at your head?"Ya Quan walked inside and said to Ma Feng as he walked.