Song Jiankang frowned and nodded, then stared deeply at Shen Zhou before pointing at him, "Although you're a bit cocky, in any normal situation, I would have blown your brains out by now."
As soon as the words fell, like a Western cowboy, he pulled out a silver-gray handgun.
The dark muzzle was aimed at Shen Zhou's forehead.
Bang!
At this "bang," both the driver and the passengers were startled into screaming, trembling all over; they truly thought a bullet had been fired.
Especially Xue Chang!
Instinctively, he quickly raised his hands to cover his face.
My god!
Firing without a second thought?!
I, President Song, act tough and keep my words few!
Only one person remained extremely calm.
It was Shen Zhou.
He didn't even twitch an eyebrow, just looked at Song Jiankang somewhat inexplicably.
