The hint of cowardice that had just flashed through his mind had disappeared without a trace, and he was now determined to fight!

We must confront Chen Fan head-on!

He just didn't believe it. He didn't believe Chen Fan dared to shoot him. Who was he? He was the head of the Chachai Group in Daxia. He was Chachai Mandrill...

Click!

The sound of a bullet being loaded interrupted the mandrill's fantasy. The passion in his heart was instantly extinguished the moment he heard the gunshot.

What the leader of Daxia, what the mandrill, in front of the black muzzle of the gun, he is nothing.

He is just a little mountain!

The ferocious expression of the mandrill gradually turned peaceful.

"Give way, or die! You'll have ten seconds to think about it!"

Chen Fan's cold voice continued to ring out, and his finger slowly placed on the trigger.

"Master Shan!"

On the other side, the dozen men brought by the mandrill changed their expressions slightly, and drew their pistols and pointed them at Chen Fan.

"I wonder who dares to touch me!!"

But the next moment,

The guns of the henchmen and others were also pointed at the men of the mandrill.

Uncle Cai also stood up and gave a cold look at those who were ready to make a move in other groups.

"I think it would be better for you all to stand aside and watch the show!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood between Chen Fan and the other groups. His men stood behind him, their hands tightly gripping the gun handles.

The fourth master jumped out excitedly and rushed directly to the mandrill's men.

Without saying much, he raised his good hand and made a big move.

"You little bastard, how dare you point a gun at our Sixth Master?"

The subordinate was stunned by his big fist.