Before the bald man's hand reached Zhong Nianyao's face, another hand stretched out directly, clamping down on the bald man's wrist.
The bald man turned his head and saw Lu Yichen's presence, a scornful smile on his face, "So it's just a pretty boy! You do look good, but with that tiny frame of yours, you're not even worth one of my fingers."
After saying this, he tried to withdraw his hand.
But at this moment, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his hand back; a shock went through his heart, and he immediately became alert. Then he pointed the gun in his hand directly at Lu Yichen, "Pretty boy, let go of me right now, or I'll kill you on the spot."
The others witnessing this scene almost screamed aloud. Panic filled their eyes because they knew very well that these were not people to be trifled with; they would really shoot.
