“Put the gun down now!” The tattooed man grabs the rifle from Li Yong’s hands, intending to take the opportunity to kick him.

When he grabs the rifle, the rifle suddenly spins back and forth in his hands like an electric drill. And the spikes on the barrel directly inflict deep wounds onto his hand.

“Ow...” He bares his teeth and screams in pain, fiercely letting go of the rifle and landing it onto the ground. Two fingers of his are dumb. They ...