"Raise your hands, did you hear me?" Perceiving the terrifying murderous intent emanating from Chen Fan, the paramilitary leader was extremely nervous. He tried to conceal it with a furious shout, but his trembling hands gave him away.
Not just him, his fellow soldiers by his side were also quite nervous!
"I don't like having guns pointed at me." Chen Fan gently twisted his neck, producing a crisp sound: "I know you're just following orders, I don't want to make things difficult for you."
With that, Chen Fan raised his hands, showing a cooperative posture.
Catching Chen Fan's words, the paramilitaries breathed a sigh of relief. Even though they held guns, they shouldn't be afraid, but the thick murderous air accumulated from bloodshed that Chen Fan had was too strong; so strong that they dared not make eye contact with him.
"You're sure you won't resist?" The squad leader wanted to immediately lower his gun, but for safety measures, he still asked nervously.
