The gun's body, originally made of steel, was like cotton in Fang Zhen's hands. It was quickly crumpled into a twisted bar of iron.
Fang Zhen casually removed the magazine, then kneaded it a few more times.
The AK-47 in Fang Zhen's hands had actually been crumpled into a metal ball.
Witnessing this, the previously arrogant Dele was stunned.
He stood frozen for a moment before removing the brown, aviator-style sunglasses that looked straight out of an old Hong Kong film.
Dele had a pair of huge, ox-like eyes. The whites and blacks were starkly defined, and now they were wide with an expression of utter disbelief as he stared at the mangled remains of the AK-47 in Fang Zhen's hand.
Fang Zhen acted as if he had done something utterly trivial.
Then, as casually as one would toss away a crumpled piece of trash, Fang Zhen threw the metal ball that was once an AK-47.
