Everyone present gaped at Tang Qing.
Misfired?
You're brave to bring that up.
Their faces look strange one by one.
On Tang Qing's side, they were surprised by how decisive Tang Qing was. He fired his gun as if he were in a shooting range, unafraid and unfazed. Was this the same young man who was once a first-year student back home in China?
Ian's side also didn't expect Tang Qing to intervene like this.
If Tang Qing's bodyguard had taken action, it would have been acceptable. However, the fact that such a bullet was fired by a young man who still seemed naive... that expression was really just like someone stepping on another's foot accidentally.
"Do you have a gun permit, Chinese man?" Ian asked curiously.
"Take a guess."
Tang Qing dare not say he had none. He can be arrogant, but being too arrogant wouldn't be good.
"..."
Ian was dumbfounded.
