Lv Baoping took out a pocket pistol only about seven or eight centimeters long.
Compared to ordinary guns, it looked more like an ornament, with a silvery-white sheen, seeming not to possess much destructive power.
However, Xiao Feng was well aware that this thing, at close range, was no less powerful than a regular handgun.
Just like being bombarded by an atomic bomb, whether once or a hundred times, there's really no difference.
This type of gun has a cartridge similar to a normal handgun, but the bullets are specially made.
Xiao Feng had once seen a hitman use this kind of weapon to blow open the head of an assassination target.
Lv Baoping pulled out another fifty thousand from his pocket, threw it on the table, and took a few steps back, playing with the pocket pistol in his hand, saying coldly, "One minute, either take the money and leave, or leave your lives.
