A burly man took a deep breath as if he were wrestling with his own thoughts, then, the next second, he pounced like a hungry tiger seizing its prey and snatched the anesthetic gun from the coffee table, aiming it at Li Feng on the sofa.
"Haha."
With unbridled laughter, the burly man taunted, "You didn't see that coming, did you? Now the gun's in my hand. A twitch of my finger, and you're the one who's going to die."
"Unfortunately, you chose wrong."
Li Feng stood up from the sofa. The burly man, following the advice of his boss to act rather than talk, pointed at Li Feng without wasting words.
His finger pulled the trigger, but the anesthetic gun didn't respond at all.
Li Feng looked at him with disdain: "Do you think I'm as stupid as you, leaving a loaded gun right under your nose?"
The burly man cursed and hurled the anesthetic gun at Li Feng, who effortlessly caught it and swiftly loaded it, pressing the barrel against the burly man's forehead.