Ao Jun stood in the corner of the living room, nearly falling over if not for holding onto the wall.
He turned his head and glared angrily at Liu Zhizhong, the feeling of having his loved one snatched away made his rage explode.
Just as he was about to say something, Liu Zhizhong directly removed his pistol's magazine in front of him, throwing the bullets to the ground one by one, swiftly disassembling the pistol into a pile of parts, tossing them with a clatter onto the floor.
Ao Jun was dumbfounded.
Liu Zhizhong's technique was so proficient, completing everything in less than ten seconds.
Not only Ao Jun, even Weng Xingban was stunned watching Liu Zhizhong's skill, becoming envious and excited, wanting to learn.
Ruan Yu's heart was cheering. Brother Shui is amazing, oh my, he's truly a genius!
Uncle Ruan's heart: This boy is incredible, not an ordinary person, Grandpa Lou was right!
