Zhu Wen silently bent down and picked up the pistol on the ground. He held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. When he saw Jun Mo's unique mark behind the butt of the gun, his expression was especially strange. "Have you really figured out the origin of this gun? Why didn't you look for Hellgate? Why did you come to me?"
Secretary Wu was certain that this was Zhu Wen's doing. Otherwise, he would have become a huge joke today.
Hearing that Zhu Wen did not admit what he had done, Secretary Wu could not help but roar at his brothers behind him and order, "Brothers, if Young Master Zhu doesn't want to admit it, let's not continue talking nonsense with him. Get your weapons and attack!"
When the brothers surrounding him heard his order, they immediately gathered aggressively. Every silver knife in their hands was fatally cold in the night.
