Fang Zhen kicked out lightly.
His kick blasted through the thick, solid wood door as if it were a thin sheet of paper.
His foot struck the gunman's abdomen, and the man flew backward like a cannonball.
But the gun he had been holding was now clutched in Fang Zhen's hand.
The entire process didn't even take 0.3 seconds. It was a single, fluid motion. The gunman outside didn't even have time to react and pull the trigger. To any observer, he had been inexplicably struck and sent flying.
Fang Zhen raised a hand and simply pushed the shattered remains of the door.
The door panel flew out.
He gripped the assault rifle, ready to spray bullets outside.
"No, no, no! Please, don't misunderstand! We didn't come here to fight!" Ke Liangjie's voice rang out, sounding extremely anxious.
Fang Zhen saw Ke Liangjie.
Behind him, two Black soldiers in camouflage uniforms were holding Ke Liangjie as if he were a scrawny chick. He couldn't move a muscle and could only speak.
