The gunshots slowly subsided.
All the people in the hall, including the staff members, were still recovering from their stunned silence.
The creature resembling a monkey turned its head slowly, first glancing at Chen Yu, and then stretched out its hand to touch the wound on the back of its head, pulling out a bloodstained bullet with disbelief on its face.
"Yu... Yu, what are you doing?!" the fat neighbor exclaimed in horror, subconsciously taking a half step back.
"He cut in line," Chen Yu said as he put down the gun and pulled out the magazine to check the remaining bullets.
"But you can't just shoot because of that?!"
"Which law says you can't shoot someone for cutting in line?" Chen Yu asked, puzzled.
"That's not the point..." the fat neighbor scratched his head in dismay, "shooting a foreign species counts as a diplomatic incident!"
Chen Yu pursed his lips, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
He was ruthless enough to kill his own kind.
Let alone a foreign species.
