Aleb looked at him and pursed his lips, "Sorry, I'm under orders..."
He didn't finish his sentence when the atmosphere instantly became as tense as a bowstring pulled tight, ready to snap the next second, without the slightest delay. Aleb only saw the cold and menacing look in the black eyes of the man standing half a meter in front of him, and in that sudden moment, the whole persona and vibe turned sharply intense, dangerously catching him off guard.
By the time he realized what was happening, the dark muzzle of a gun was already aimed at the center of his forehead.
Aleb's face changed color as he looked at the man pointing the gun at him.
The gun in Mo Shichen's hand had been snatched from Aleb himself.
He had never met the Lawrence Family's Young Master before and had never heard of him receiving this kind of training. He hadn't expected that he would have such impressive skills, let alone that he would take action to seize the gun.
