The cold, black muzzle slowly aimed at the golden-haired youth's forehead.
In an instant, all movement abruptly ceased, as if even the wind had stood still.
The situation reversed!
Everyone let out a sigh of relief.
Ming Ge was unharmed... that was really great!
Who expected that the golden-haired youth would not panic but instead laugh mockingly, "Do you even know how to use it?"
Utter derision.
He understood Chinese and was also aware of local rules; in his eyes, this delicate Eastern beauty probably hadn't even touched a gun from childhood.
So what if she got hold of a gun? She didn't even know where the safety catch was.
An "infant" with a bomb, what harm can she do?
Ming Ge did not speak. Her hand moved down, her fair, delicate complexion made even more fragile by the cold, black metal, she pulled the safety catch without hesitation and pressed the trigger—
"Bang!"
Gun smoke filled the air, hitting the young man's thigh!
