Qin Jiutian's eyes were startled at first, and he was surprised that Ye Fan could see so clearly. Then he tilted his head and sneered in an innocent and rogue way.

He considers himself to be the number one person, so what does it mean to be in danger?

Moreover, he had already been shot, and now his bones were soft, so the pain he endured would be in vain, and he would be despised by everyone present.

He looked at Ye Fan forcefully: "Stop talking about the person behind it. If you have the ability, blow my head off. I, Qin Jiutian, will never frown."

"You only owe me two hands, why would I want your life?"

Ye Fan smiled noncommittally at Qin Jiutian's toughness: "If you don't tell me, then I will help you."

Then he deflected his gun and shot Qin Jiutian's left hand.

flutter!

There was a muffled sound, and a bloody hole appeared in Qin Jiutian's arm.

When he was holding back the pain, Ye Fan moved the muzzle of the gun again and shot again with an expressionless face.

This shot hit the joint of his right arm. Qin Jiutian couldn't bear it anymore and screamed, blood dripping from his eyes.

The young man with the earring and his companions roared and rushed forward, but were kicked away by Ye Fan.

Qin Jiutian turned pale and bit his lip: "Ye Fan, you will regret it."

"I never regret, even if it is a mistake, I will stick to it."

Ye Fan stared at the frightened Qin Jiutian with a joking face, and his smile was particularly beautiful:

"Keep one billion and get out."

"The extra shot in the leg will be your punishment for falsely accusing the bullring just now."

Ye Fan tilted his head towards Tang Qi and the others:
Chapter completed!