One of them even pointed the gun directly at Hao Jian's temple, "Kid, I want to see how you won't let me go!"
"Sorry, I don't have a habit of joking with strangers, let alone a pig," Hao Jian said mockingly without even glancing at the gunpoint.
"..."
"Can you talk less?" Shu Ya was frantic, if this continued, those people might really kill Hao Jian.
"Finish him off."
Pig-Faced Man coldly ordered, tired of this clown's antics; it was time for him to die.
"No!" Shu Ya's face instantly lost color as she looked at Hao Jian in terror.
"Well, to be honest, I really hate it when people point guns at me," Hao Jian sighed.
Just as the thug was about to pull the trigger, Hao Jian suddenly made his move, snatching the gun with the speed of lightning, and with a fierce elbow strike, the thug was hit so hard that blood gushed from his nose and he fell to the ground, not getting up.