"Nonsense?" Lin Kuang said with a grin, causing an inexplicable fear to rise in He Qiang's heart once again. The feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.
Then, in an instant, everything changed.
Lin Kuang's hand shot out and clamped down on the Desert Eagle, forcing it down hard. He Qiang felt his gun being seized and instinctively pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A gunshot tore through the office desk. Simultaneously, Lin Kuang threw a heavy punch, smashing it right into He Qiang's face.
CRACK!
The bridge of He Qiang's nose collapsed under the blow, and blood instantly gushed out. The two bodyguards behind He Qiang moved to intervene, but he was sent flying straight at them, his body rigid. They instinctively reached out and caught him.
"I told you not to play with guns in front of me, but you just wouldn't listen," Lin Kuang said with a cold laugh, holding the Desert Eagle he'd just snatched. "You really deserved that."
