The officer was momentarily stunned, and his pistol was no longer in his hand. By the time he looked up, Ding Fan had already taken it away.
"Kid, you're bored with life, aren't you? Shoot him for me, whatever happens, it's on me!" The officer shouted in a near-roar.
The officer was now holding in a belly full of anger.
After all, he's still an officer, and before this, Ding Fan had openly punched him in front of everyone, which made him very upset.
Now, Ding Fan had directly snatched the pistol from his hand, which made him even angrier.
"Kid, aren't you tough? Dare to snatch a cop's gun? Let's see how you die." The bushy-bearded man who had sneaked into Ye Ningbing's room earlier spoke from the side.
The bushy-bearded man, though terrified of Ding Fan earlier, now saw that the officer had given the order to shoot.
Even if Ding Fan was tough, he couldn't be tougher than bullets.
Bam...
At that moment, Ding Fan raised his hand and fired a shot.
