But at this moment, Da Pao had already closed in, pouncing like a fierce tiger onto the back of the tall and skinny man. Before the opponent could grab the gun, a powerful kick landed on his lower back!
"Boom!" With a dull thud, the tall and skinny man was hit like he was struck by a heavy hammer and flew forward, his face slamming into the corner of the table. Nosebleed gushed out instantly, and there was no hope for the gun in his hand.
"Still trying to pick it up?"
Da Pao sneered, bending down, stepping on his back, and quickly snatched the handgun from the ground, then used the gun butt to smash the back of his head.
The tall and skinny man groaned, slumped to the ground without making a sound, the dagger in his wrist still dripping blood, staining the cement floor of the room.
The other crew-cut man's left hand just reached out, but An Zai's fist, as large as a sandbag, had already punched over, directly hitting the crew-cut man's forehead.
