Song Wen Qi stared straight at the muzzle, completely unafraid.
Bai Yue looked at him coolly.
He pointed the gun at Song Wen Qi, his finger on the trigger.
Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
There was a muffled sound, but nothing came from the muzzle. Out of bullets?
Bai Yue hesitated for a moment before pulling the trigger again, and again it rang soft.
Song Wenqi looked at him and smiled. With one hand in his pocket, he said, "Keep your word. We're writing it off."
Bai Yue looked at him, then finally at the person who handed him the gun.
The person glanced at him, then walked past Bai Yue and towards Song Wenqi. Then, he lowered his gaze and stood beside Song Wenqi.
There was no need for any words.
There was a mole.
Song Wenqi had actually planted a mole right beside me?!
Bai Yue glared at Song Wenqi as rumbling sounds came from all directions.
