Xu Huo was still running at a moderate distance in front of them, and his speed seemed to have slowed down a little.
Zheng Liang didn't believe that he could run for so long without getting tired, and once again closed the distance, appearing on his left side, this time pulling out a gun from behind his waist.
However, Xu Huo was even faster, he chopped down on Zheng's gun hand with a press, and the magazine slid out; with a smooth motion, he caught it and flung it toward another player who was coming up from behind.
The other player was startled and quickly moved to the side; the magazine grazed his face and embedded itself into a signpost by the road.
"Is this dangerous thing something you can play with?" Xu Huo said as he loosened his grip, slid off the gun's slide, twisted it onto Zheng Liang's arm, caught the gun when he winced and let go, and then swiftly dismantled it into parts and threw them on the ground.