Chapter 145 Murder_1

First update,

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But just at this moment, a car passed behind him, with its dim lights faintly illuminating the scene. Pi San was suddenly stunned, his flying dagger rigidly failing to launch.

"A gun?"

He hadn't expected, at all, that Qin Fang, whose hand had nearly been pierced by his own flying dagger, would suddenly produce a gun, and an instinct almost told him that this wasn't a toy or a replica but a real lethal weapon, one that could take his life.

"Make your move! Why aren't you making a move? I'd love to see which is faster, your flying dagger or my bullet!"

Looking at the ferociously evil Pi San, Qin Fang dared not relax even a fraction. That move with the flying dagger just now was too ferocious—if Pi San had aimed for Qin Fang's throat or heart instead of his hand, Qin Fang might well be dead by now.