"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out.

A large-caliber bullet struck Weng Jinhua, who was standing not far away.

This despicable gang "traitor," bleeding from his left chest, collapsed to the ground.

Without Weng Jinhua's help, what good would it do for Lin Dong to have three heads and six arms?

Could it be that he can fly or disappear into the ground?

After a burst of gunfire, the air was thick with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The shooting was sudden, and it stopped just as suddenly.

With that kind of bullet density, wouldn't Lin Dong be riddled with bullets?

Yes, the spot where Lin Dong was sitting was indeed riddled with holes.

However, the object of the damage was the leather sofa, not Lin Dong.

Damn, you managed to dodge that?

Where is Lin Dongren?

The gunmen standing in the hall and at the door were all dumbfounded.

This was the first time they had ever witnessed a perfectly healthy person sitting right in front of them completely vanish in the blink of an eye...

The gunmen were acting under orders and had no idea who their target was.

But in the reception room, the earliest group of gang leaders all knew who Lin Dong was.

First came top-tier hypnosis, then came lightning-fast concealment?

Just how many extraordinary and mind-blowing abilities does this Mr. Lin possess?

That's insane!

It turns out that the legends about him in the martial arts world were all true.

The arrow has left the bowstring, the bullet has been fired.

Now, it's too late for anyone to regret it.

"Gentlemen, it's my turn to fire."

A familiar voice suddenly rang out behind Chen Dali.

Chen Dali was terrified, his soul nearly leaving his body...