Li Chengyi stood in front of the counter, his nerves stretched to the breaking point.
His senses were constantly alert to every movement around him.
The fluorescent tubes emitted a faint hum of electricity.
A subtle scent of cardboard drifted through the air.
In his hands, he held the Golden Sword in one and in the other, the Magnum Pistol he had confiscated earlier from Meng Dongdong.
There was no movement.
Li Chengyi stood still, detecting no sign of activity.
'What does this sentence mean?' he wondered.
He tried to slow his breathing, his gaze sweeping over several spots he deemed dangerous.
One was the slightly ajar door behind the counter.
Another was the glass door leading in and out of the small store.
Finally, there were the shelves on his left.
Underneath his helmet, Li Chengyi's eyes rapidly scanned every corner and detail.
The tobacco and alcohol display behind the counter.
The blue plastic waste bin at the doorway.
