The issue right now isn't about guns or bullets but about Lin Xiaoni.
She holds a grudge, and she doesn't plan to let it go unavenged, so now isn't the time to discuss this.
"Got a problem with me? Want to take me out?"
Lu Qingyi pointed a gun at herself and blew into the muzzle.
It was a provocative gesture.
Lin Xiaoni was clenching her fists tightly, with her lips taut, looking at Lu Qingyi in panic.
She suddenly felt a faint pain in her fingers and was terrified.
Lu Qingyi was not one to be trifled with.
"It wasn't on purpose."
Lin Xiaoni backed up a few steps, she didn't dare to look at Lu Qingyi, her fear deepening.
"If apologies worked, what would we need police for?"
Lu Qingyi smiled sardonically, looking at Lin Xiaoni with an ambiguous grin.
Why wasn't she scared when she pointed a gun at her?
Why is she scared now?
Well, it's rather amusing.
Lin Xiaoni bit her lips, she didn't dare to speak, she was truly scared.
"Blank rounds?"
