chapter 483 Come on, I'll destroy one!

"ah" There was a scream, not from Shella Ye, but from Murong Jiebin, who was holding his right wrist, and the pistol fell on the gambling table again with a click. Immediately afterwards, while Shella Ye and Fang Jing were waiting for their reaction, screams were heard one after another around them. Silver needles flashed cold light under the light and all hit the wrists of the eight thugs holding the guns. The pistols fell to the ground and they held their wrists and screamed in pain. Arton...