The night was as thick as ink, shrouding a world full of people who seemed lost.
Jin Xin also seemed aimless, pacing back and forth on the rooftop. He was thinking about something as he kept counting on his fingers.
"Thirteen, fourteen…"
Looking a bit ill, Jin Xin murmured, "I've used 14 bullets. The gun's capacity is 17. Shen Yue helped me deal with the enemy just now and used three bullets."
Clutching his head in his hands, Jin Xin said bitterly, "Shen Yue, you're wielding an empty gun. I didn't mean to betray you. How could I have known you would come at this time? If I had known you needed a gun, I definitely would have prepared a new one for you!"
Pacing back and forth, Jin Xin consoled himself, "Maybe he's not in any danger."
