Qin Shuli gave a cold smirk. Before any of the men could draw their weapons, he suddenly lunged forward and swept them all into his Space.
The sudden shift in environment left the six men disoriented. After a few seconds of recovery, the leader drew his pistol, pointed it at Qin Shuli, and cursed, "You little bastard, you’re looking for death! I’ll grant you your wish!"
"Boss, boss!" one of the underlings tugged at the leader’s sleeve.
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