"San? From India?" Lin Hai smiled as he looked at the burly man glaring intently, wanting to take him down.
Click, Yu Tianlin made no effort to hide, directly pulling out a pistol, aiming at the young man.
San snorted disdainfully, "You think a pistol can kill me?"
"I didn't plan to kill a dog. Didn't you see my gun is aimed at your master's head?" Yu Tianlin's eyes carried a chill.
San was stunned for a moment, his face turning ugly.
He could dodge bullets, but Liu Ming couldn't. Though his elder brother was the Broken Water Sword, Liu Ming knew not a bit of kung fu. At such a close range, he wasn't confident he could save Liu Ming before the bullet struck.
Liu Ming's face became extremely unsightly; in his view, having a gun pointed at his head was a grave insult to him.
"Hmph, you're all dead. It's forbidden to carry firearms in this established casino," Liu Ming said with a smirk at the corner of his mouth.
