Occultism

"Dong!!!"

A white ashtray dashed out from the side and smashed into the waiter's wrist!

"Ah!"

The waiter let out a pig-like howl and the gun in his hand flew out.

The next moment, Fang Heng had already stepped in front of the waiter.

He grabbed the waiter's right hand and exerted force on his right arm.

Every move and move was completely based on the instinctive reaction of the muscles in his body.

The waiter was lifted by Fang Heng and drew a circle in the air.

"Dong!"

The waiter landed on his back and was smashed onto the floor, making a dull knocking sound.

The waiter felt pain all over his body and lost the ability to move.

He had just gritted his teeth and raised his head when two black muzzles were already aimed at his head.

"Don't move!"

The waiter's expression changed slightly.

The next second, his head tilted and he fainted.