Sha Jinghai stood behind the crowd and pointed at Chen Yun and scolded, "Fireworks my ass. Chen Yun, think about it. Dozens of bullets will shoot at you at the same time. Do you think you still have a chance of surviving?"
"The guns are indeed powerful, but it depends on who has them. Even if everyone is given a rocket launcher, these useless people can forget about taking my life here."
Chen Yun shook off the cigarette ash and placed the cigarette butt on the coffee table. His muscles tensed and his body leaned forward slightly. He seemed to be relaxed as he sat on the sofa, but he was prepared to start a war.
"F*ck, let me see how capable you are."
Sha Jinghai snatched the pistol from one of Sha Jinghai's subordinates and pulled the trigger with a bang. At the same time, he shouted, "Open fire and kill this bastard."
With his order, Sha Jinghai's subordinates, who could not wait any longer, aimed at Chen Yun and fired at the same time.