The fist enlarged before his eyes, the surface covered with lightning that stimulated him first; Li Zheng felt like the hair on his face was standing on end.
"Damn, thanks to Zhan Zhouzhou for shaving my hair, otherwise, wouldn't I turn into a Golden-haired Lion King with just this?"
For some inexplicable reason, Li Zheng's first thought was a mix of sarcasm and relief. The speed of his thoughts was lightning fast, and before the fist even reached him, he still had time to think about his strategy.
"Down!"
The powerful airflow from the Flying Device suddenly stopped. Without the lift, Li Zheng went into freefall, dropping just in time to dodge Lin Feng's deadly, furious punch.
"Trash!"
A cold smirk played on his lips, Li Zheng pointed the barrel up, aiming at Lin Feng's chest and abdomen, then decisively pulled the trigger!
