Li Jiangyu, startled, raised his pistol. Li Yan, without hesitation, pointed his black gun at him.
Li Jiangyu's palms were sweating.
"Chang Shen's gunmen couldn't kill you, you're not even afraid of snakes, you can't be experiencing the Yanfu incident for the first time..."
He gritted his teeth, a sudden chill running through him.
"You're a Fallen One?"
Li Yan frowned, suddenly remembering the shattered state of Ah Xiu's house.
"You said Chang Shen sent people to kill me, so you really are with Lian Sheng."
Li Jiangyu remained silent.
Li Yan glanced at the gun in Li Jiangyu's hand.
"M1923? You can't hold this gun steady with your left hand, can you?"
"Try it?"
Li Jiangyu gritted his teeth and shouted, his voice laced with a hint of ferocity.
Li Yan tasted his gums, a sweet, met
