Chapter 82: The Silver Needle Shoots Through the Bullet

No need?

What does he mean by that?!

Chen Haobei looked at Ye Feng with confusion, not understanding the meaning behind his words.

Bang!

But before the confusion in his heart dissipated, a sound like the tearing of cloth suddenly rang out in the room.

Immediately after, he clearly saw that Ye Feng's hands, which were tightly bound by beef tendon rope, were now in front of his body.

Fucking hell, how did this kid do it? How could he break such strong beef tendon rope?!

"Kid, you dare to trick me!"

Chen Haobei was taken aback and then hurriedly reached for the gun on the coffee table.

However, at that moment, Ye Feng's hands, freed from the beef tendon rope, reached into his crotch.

What is this kid trying to do? Is he going to exchange real gunfire with me?

Chen Haobei was stunned; before he could regain his senses, Ye Feng pulled out a bulging needle pack from inside his pants.