"Bang bang bang!~"
Ye Feng's Glock 18 kept firing, but the middle-aged man deflected every shot.
"Is that guy's body made of the same material as the ground?"
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes. With a flash of light in his hand, the Glock 18 was instantly replaced by a Barrett.
"Whoosh~"
Seeing this, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.
As the flames subsided slightly, Ye Feng poked his head out and looked towards Xu Xun and Wen Jie.
"Huh?"
With just a glance, Ye Feng's brow furrowed.
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