"Just because of that?" Qi Mohan narrowed his eyes at her.
Bo Jinchuan turned to look at her.
Shen Fanxing looked at Bo Jinchuan and fell silent for half a second. "I…"
"Xingxing, you have to know that if not for you, I would have used up all the bullets in my hand."
Qi Mohan interrupted Shen Fanxing in a low voice. There was no longer any hint of laughter.
There was no evilness or maliciousness, but a sense of coldness.
Everyone finally saw the true meaning of uncertainty.
Shen Fanxing pressed her lips tightly.
She knew Qi Mohan's personality well. What he despised the most was a stalemate. If he wanted to make a move, he wouldn't care about the consequences.
He was easily irritable and bloodthirsty. Once his eyes turned red from killing, no one could stop him.
Normally, all the bullets in his pistol would have hit the other party.
In the silence, Bo Jinchuan suddenly held her hand.
