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The barrel of the black hole was facing the door, intentionally or unintentionally, it happened to be aimed at Feng Zilong.

Feng Zilong stopped.

He was less than two meters away from the Taipan table.

At a distance of two meters, he can cross it in one step.

But he couldn't cross it today, because the man raised his head at this time.

His eyes were as dark as the barrel of the gun.

He looked at Feng Zilong,

Feng Zilong also looked at him.

They're just facing each other.

No one spoke.

At this moment, at this time, it is superfluous to speak.

Everything is infinitely close to death in the passage of time.

He had a gun in his hand.

Feng Zilong had nothing in his hands.

There was no one else in the room with a clear window but the two of them. The two of them are like characters in a close-up shot, one standing, the other sitting, facing each other like that, neither of them wants to break the silence of this room first.

There's only time to walk.

The gun spun in the man's hand. The posture is very elegant, Feng Zilong can also do this trick, but his posture seems to be more skilled than that person, at least he thinks so.

From the posture of the other party holding the gun, Feng Zilong could see it.

He's a gunslinger.

But it's just a gunslinger.

And Feng Zilong is a real master with a gun.

He used a gun and never flaunted it in front of people.

No one has ever seen him public.

He always felt that guns were not suitable for playing in front of people, because they were prone to misfire.

A misfire is meant to hurt someone.

In order to prevent the gun from misfiring, he generally does not play with the gun in front of people.

It is believed that he walks between the rivers and lakes, and has dealt with characters of three religions and nine streams for so many years, and there are not many people who really know that he has profound attainments in the way of guns.

Moreover, the only people who saw him playing with guns were his close friends, because those who saw him playing with guns died at the end of his guns.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Zilong, as if he finally couldn't help it, he said, "Brother, report your name, on that road?"

His tone was as arrogant as his people.

Maybe he didn't know that arrogance comes at a price.

Feng Zilong smiled at him and said, "There is a road to the underworld, and there is a road to the white road. ”

"Can I understand that you take it all in black and white?"

"It can be understood in this way, I have no objection. ”

When Feng Zilong spoke, there was a bewildering smile on his face. That is, no one can see what is going on in his heart.

People are in the rivers and lakes, and their hearts are in the chest.

If a person walks on the rivers and lakes and even the heart in his chest is seen, then this person has nothing to hide. In other words, this person is a bare person in his eyes.

There are no secrets to the naked.

Feng Zilong is not a bare person, so that person can't see through him.

In his eyes, Feng Zilong is like a god, a god who is awe-inspiring and respectful, but he can't see his true heart.

"Don't you dare to object, do you?"

As he spoke, the muzzle of the gun was raised a little. Although it was only a little, Feng Zilong saw it conclusively, and the muzzle of the gun happened to be aimed at his heart.

As long as the other party pulls the tongue of the gun and the horn sounds, his life will end under the gun against him.

Everything seems to be a foregone conclusion.

Feng Zilong still stood still.

Because he knew that no matter how fast he moved, it couldn't be faster than the moment he pulled the tongue of the gun.

Seeming, he has no choice.

"What do you say?" Feng Zilong's tone was cold, like a piece of iron buried deep under the snow.

The man trembled visibly, but he quickly regained his composure.

Although this process only stayed on him for less than a second, it was still captured by Feng Zilong at the first time.

- To be precise, fighting with Feng Zilong, no one has benefited from him.

He's like a hedgehog, he doesn't look good, but if you dare to reach out to him, you'll be pierced by the spikes on his body.

"I said, you don't dare!"

"That's your point of view. ”

"So, do you dare?" said the man, a disdainful smile on his face.

In his eyes, no one dared to talk to him like that.

Feng Zilong was the first person to do so.

- Anyone who dares to be his enemy will not end well, either die mysteriously, or move his head, and no one will die well anyway.

He killed more people than Feng Zilong could see the sun.

"Empty talk, it's not interesting at all, I think, let's have something practical!"

Feng Zilong stood in a non-chalant posture, looking like a ruffian. But if you pay a little attention to his whole person, sharp-eyed people will find that his standing posture seems to be very casual, but in fact he is very particular, no matter what way that person attacks, he will let him dodge at the first time, and at the same time, he only needs to take a step forward, he can split the Taipan table with a big kick, pounce on it and kill the people inside.