Shenn Hu and the two bald thugs were feeling like they might piss themselves, their minds totally scrambled. They fired two more shots at Qin Feng's head while snarling, "Fuck your mother, I don't believe we can't kill you!"
The gunshots tore through the air, the muzzle flash exploding over a meter away.
More than three hundred steel pellets fired like rain, pelting Qin Feng's head in a torrent.
But after that flurry and clatter, Qin Feng was still standing there grinning, totally unfazed.
The steel pellets were obviously stuck to his face, but they couldn't break through even a fraction.
The smoke from the double-barreled shotgun drifted away, and the two bald guys just collapsed to their knees, totally defeated.
Shenn Hu was holding his pistol, pointing at Qin Feng, but couldn't pull the trigger no matter what.
He just didn't have the guts to kill—this pistol had been with him for three years, always just for scaring people, never for killing.
