The dedication of this chapter goes to readers _MJ_Faisao and Queen Meka, thank you for the golden tickets. Xoxo.
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Hu didn't want to put the gun away but with her sentimental touch, his grip loosened.
As she found the grip in her palm, she let out a breath, quickly adjusted the hammer, dragged out the slide, then pressed on the magazine release and took out the magazine. The gun was unloaded, parted into pieces, and each piece that she separated in a few seconds spread on the floor.
He was startled but he knew whose daughter she was. He smirked but it widened and turned into a burst of painful laughter.
"Why do you laugh?" Her eyes circled, which made her so cute.
His laughter ceased and he extended his hand for her, she held his hand and slipped on his lap.
"You have so many scars already, the fresh one is here."
Her finger drew his black shirt out of her pants and the bandage showed up.
"See, it happened because of me."
"Hmm, so what? Will I get a cure now?"