The knife is faster than the gun, now that's an eye-opener.
"Got two kids here!" Even with the knife to his neck, Fatty Long still had that look of a pig not afraid of boiling water.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Ye Tian snatched the gun from Fatty Long's hand, fired two shots, one hit Ping Jie, the other hit Fatty Long. As for Xue, she narrowly escaped, at least Ye Tian's bullet.
"You do have a point." Fatty Long's tone was a bit sour.
"This isn't a movie, you say one line, I say another, wasting time talking nonsense, it's just a pain to watch!"
"Let me see your knife."
"What for, you've got one tucked in your pants leg, don't you?"
"I want to look at yours! Hand it over!"
Ye Tian shook his head helplessly and casually tossed the knife, watching the fat man fumbling over it, muttering to himself, "What the devil, faster than my shooting..."
"Fatty, guns are just for show, the real pros play with knives."