Zhang Jingdong couldn't be bothered to waste words with Xu Feng, casually flicking his right hand to reveal four playing cards.
He said coldly, "The card just now didn't hurt you; it was a warning. I'm going to count to three now. If you don't get lost, these four cards will take half your life. If you don't believe me, give it a try!"
"Three..."
When Xu Feng got out of the car earlier, he thought of countless ways to threaten Zhang Jingdong. Unexpectedly, this guy defied expectations and directly threatened his life.
He had never encountered an opponent like this, but he had to admit that this was the kind of opponent he feared the most.
Because the card from Zhang Jingdong had actually already cut his lip, and he felt a deep pain.
Therefore, Zhang Jingdong probably wasn't bluffing. If he threw all four cards at him, chances were they'd really take half his life.
As the saying goes, a scholar meeting a soldier, reasoning is useless.
"Two..."
