"I'm not sick, you are. And your condition isn't light; you've let hatred blind your eyes," Lin Zifeng said.
"Haha... you can talk as much as you want now, but in one second, you'll be a corpse!"
Huo Zhantian grinned viciously, his index finger already pulling on the trigger, but then he found that no matter how much strength he exerted, he couldn't move it at all!
"You!"
Huo Zhantian's eyes were bloodshot, shocked to find that Lin Zifeng had forcibly locked the Desert Eagle in his hand, no matter how hard he tried, his index finger couldn't budge!
"I told you, your mind is sick!"
"Bastard!"
Huo Zhantian was furious beyond control.
Clang!
The clear sound of metal scraping rang out as Lin Zifeng's fingers moved and gently flicked the trigger out of Huo Zhantian's grasp!
"Bang!"
Smoke rose, and amazingly, a hollow hole appeared right in the center of Huo Zhantian's forehead!
Moreover, the arrow shot from Lin Zifeng's cheek direction, almost grazing him in the face!
