Job, who thought he had been insulted, was breathing a lot louder. The sound was particularly clear in the tense and silent night.
'Good. Just continue to breathe this heavily.'
The corners of Xia Jinyuan's lips curled up as he narrowed his eyes. The cold light in the depths of his dark pupils was like the glint of a blade, filled with sharpness.
"You have the guts to shoot me now, huh, Mr. Job? I've never seen this side of you before." Xia Jinyuan seemed calm in the face of a gun aimed at his forehead. He was so calm that the sarcasm in his voice deepened. "Your guts are limited to just pointing a gun at me, a Chinese who looks down on you.
"As for the rest, with all due respect to Mr. Job, you really are as timid as a mouse."
The thick mockery made the muscles on Job's face tremble with anger. His anger burned to the point where his heart ached, but he did not dare to shout because the dark figure that frightened him was too close!
