As soon as his voice fell, several desperadoes raised their guns and aimed directly at Fang Zhu, Zhu Bufan, pulling the trigger.
"Stay here, don't move!"
Zhu Bufan pushed Jiang Xinying and Li Kexin away with one hand, and then, with a fierce stamp of his foot, he slid backward.
The bullets from behind chased after him as he slid, incessantly firing.
With his extraordinary skills, Zhu Bufan was unharmed.
The remaining desperadoes widened their eyes when they saw this; they had never imagined that Zhu Bufan could move so fast.
He was like a demonic master!
However, their surprise was fleeting, and they quickly aimed their guns at Zhu Bufan again.
But Zhu Bufan didn't give them the chance, instead choosing to take the offensive.
He charged up to the pool table, propped himself up with one hand, and with a fierce lift of his foot, kicked towards the closest desperado.
Bang!