Glancing around, Zhu Bufan realized he was completely without a weapon, which left him feeling rather frustrated at the moment.
You must know, all of his adversaries were desperadoes armed with homemade firearms, while he had not even a single weapon.
But now, Zhu Bufan was showing not a hint of fear; if he didn't draw their attention away, then all three of them could only die here.
"Zhu Bufan!"
At these words, both Jiang Xinying and Li Kexin couldn't help but call out.
To divert the villains' attention now—each a ruthless individual armed with a gun—was to risk being blasted into mincemeat as he charged forward.
Seeing the concern and worry on the faces of the two women, Zhu Bufan felt a warmth in his heart and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't kick the bucket that easily."
Just as Zhu Bufan hesitated, his eyes caught sight of some gravel on the ground.
"This makes things much easier!"