It is now that Guan Yu sees the right moment and rushes out the door. Suddenly, Sun Xu didn't know where to jump out, and he was holding a miniature automatic pistol with a black muzzle pointing at Guan Yu's forehead.

"Run! Ang... If you move Lao Tzu again, you will jump!" Sun Xu holds a cigarette in his mouth. Guan Yu's pretentious appearance will never be forgotten in his whole life. It's really too pretentious.

The other party had a gun, which was difficult. Guan Yu slowly retreated, and at the same time tried to find a way to escape to the door. Now he was forced back.

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