"Damn it... Ning Fan, if I say this was all a misunderstanding... would that be okay?"
Zhao Xinghui's face turned pale as he subconsciously stepped backward, his voice trembling as he tried to hold it steady.
Hei Sha and Zhu Zhensheng were the two trump cards he had arranged to deal with Ning Fan.
Now that both trump cards were no match for Ning Fan, the mere bodyguards at his side... were obviously even less likely to be his match.
"A misunderstanding? Of course," Ning Fan nodded.
Zhao Xinghui's face relaxed for a moment.
"I kill you, it's just a misunderstanding too."
The next second, Ning Fan's words made Zhao Xinghui's heart tighten again.
"Attack! All of you, attack! Shoot him! Shoot him and kill his damned sister!"
Zhao Xinghui yelled at Ning Fan.
His subordinates immediately raised their guns and fired wildly at Ning Fan and Lin Xiaoling.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets whizzed.