"What are you planning to do?" Seeing the black handgun in Mei Jueye's hand and hearing the metallic sound of ammunition being loaded, Gu Xueqi paled for the first time. Could this madman be planning to kill everyone next door?
"Of course, it's killing." Mei Jueye's tone didn't waver, but he frowned as he stepped out, "Although it's boring not to do it personally, it would be troublesome to have the police come knocking."
Mei Jueye knocked on the anti-theft door next door once more, and the young man who had just answered the door appeared, brandishing a metal pipe.
"Aren't you finished yet? Are you looking for trouble?"
The young man saw Mei Jueye's thin figure and waved his metal pipe arrogantly, making a threatening gesture. He then pressed it against Mei Jueye's chest, violently pushing it forward.
