Jin Bo looked at him, his eyes turning cold, and pulled the knife out from his leg.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man reach for the gun on the ground and immediately kicked it away.
The next second, he stepped on the man's hand, standing there, looking down at him, "Don't worry, I won't kill you. Go back and tell Zhou Chuan, next time send someone a bit more competent. Someone like you isn't even worth my practice."
The man kept panting.
Jin Bo released his foot and kicked the man flying with one kick.
The man crashed into the wall, letting out a muffled grunt, feeling like his spine was about to break.
Jin Bo said, "Just letting you go back like this, Zhou Chuan might think you didn't try hard enough."
The man didn't beg for mercy, knowing that at this moment, saying anything would be useless.
Jin Bo picked him up and threw him onto the coffee table.
The glass coffee table shattered with a crack, and then the man fell into it.
