Lin Feng's lips curled slightly as he looked at the old man, speaking coldly, "You old fool, you're not qualified to know who I am..."
Immediately after, Zhan Zhengguo was shocked to see Lin Feng suddenly pull the bolts of two submachine guns in his hands, raise the barrels, and without hesitation, pull the trigger...
"Da-da-da..."
With extremely rapid gunfire, the Type 79 submachine guns spat out two fierce tongues of flame, emptying dozens of rounds in just two seconds. The bullets, like rain, instantly blasted two rows of ugly, black bullet holes in Xuanyuan Pavilion's outer brick wall...
In that instant when Lin Feng fired, Zhan Zhengguo, along with dozens of Xuanyuan Pavilion's experts, instinctively dove to the ground, rolling like a donkey and scattering to the sides. Each one looked up at Lin Feng as if they'd seen a ghost, showing a look of disbelief...
