Lin Tian, quick of both eye and hand, darted forward to snatch the bolt of the sniper rifle, preventing the sniper, no matter how hard he tried, from pulling the trigger. With a flick of his wrist, Lin Tian wrested the handgun away.
"Huaxia pig, you..." The sniper knew how to speak Chinese, obviously targeting Granny Li and the others, but he hadn't expected Lin Tian to effortlessly disarm him. That was far more impressive than any unarmed blade disarming technique.
"Pig your uncle! Do you think you can just casually call Brother Bajie 'pig'?" Lin Tian said coldly, delivering a slap.
The sniper instinctively tried to dodge, but to his horror, he found he couldn't react in time. His usual agility seemed to have deserted him, and he was sent spinning in place by the slap, staggering a couple of times before passing out.
"Ptui, you think you're some kind of Ghost, acting all cool!" Lin Tian spat disdainfully.
