Old Crooked was utterly bewildered at this moment, the power of a toy gun apparently comparable to a real gun.
"You can actually transform True Qi into bullets?" Old Crooked quickly grasped the key to this situation.
If it weren't for Ding Fan being able to transform True Qi into bullets, how could a toy gun possibly possess such formidable power?
Ding Fan asked indifferently, "What kind of organization is Thirteen Gates?"
Although Ding Fan had already heard Old Crooked and the man with a birthmark's conversation, he still didn't understand the specifics. Thus, he was interested in learning more.
Old Crooked pondered for a moment.
Whoosh…
Ding Fan didn't hesitate at all. He sent a Wind Blade slicing over directly.
Old Crooked suddenly felt a chill in his arm, and when he looked, his own arm had been severed directly.
