Before the speed of the blade and its ferocious force—only when his right hand, severed along with his pistol, dropped to the floor and smashed against his foot, and blood spurted out—did Li Baofeng feel the excruciating pain and let out a shriek!
With a face as pale as paper, Li Baofeng was truly terrified; he held his gun, but it was too late to even pull the trigger!
He scrambled backward behind his men, his voice trembling as he stammered, "C-Chen, Master Chen, y-you, as long as you let me go, we can talk about any terms you want! I swear I'll never dare provoke you again!"
Chapter 27