"So what if I'm late, can you really afford to buy arms?" Mr. Z's face was full of disdain.
"Are you saying you're playing me?" Xiang Yu sneered in reply.
"It's not me playing you, it's you playing me. Slum dweller, why didn't you say so earlier?" Mr. Z stepped forward and grabbed Xiang Yu by the collar.
Xiang Yu snorted coldly, then twisted the other man's wrist down, and immediately shoved a gun into Mr. Z's mouth with his right hand.
"You recognize this thing, don't you?" Xiang Yu said coldly.
The two men behind saw that Xiang Yu actually had a gun in his hand, and they instantly sobered up, each pulling out their own guns.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly rushed out from the surroundings, led by a tall and burly man, who was none other than Tie Zhuzi.
Seeing the opponents raising guns, Tie Zhuzi fired two shots at them.
Luckily, Tie Zhuzi's aim was off, and neither of the shots hit the targets.
