Needles were likewise stuck in the wrists of the other seven men. Enduring the pain, Lü Jianyi was just about to bend down to pick up his gun when a blur flashed before his eyes, and the gun on the floor vanished.
The next moment, seven pistols clattered onto the table in front of Qin Shuli.
Playing with Lü Jianyi's pistol, Qin Shuli smiled. "An old Browning. Looks like it's been well maintained."
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