Feng Jue's demeanor remained unchanged as he calmly reached for the pistol.
Gu Jin maintained her stance, her grip firm on the gun.
Though both rooted in place, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills.
With a derisive sneer, Feng Jue challenged, "Are you really going to pull the trigger if I don't let go?"
Gu Jin's finger hovered over the trigger as she glanced at Gu Yang clinging to her arm. Suppressing the urge to fire, she reluctantly released her hold on the weapon.
Feng Jue deftly caught the pistol, twirling it casually in his hand.
Despite the circumstances, Gu Jin's gesture wasn't entirely unkind.
Feng Jue chuckled softly. "Impressive choice of firearm. Is this about Xiao Yize?"
Gu Jin's demeanor remained icy as she retorted, "Need I send another bullet to silence you?"
Feng Jue's smile faded, replaced by a pitiful look directed at Gu Yang. "Sister~"
Gu Jin's temples pulsed with frustration.
