Gun!
When Ye Feng and Xu Qing went upstairs, Brother Hengsheng's bodyguard had just finished smoking. As he put his lighter into his pants pocket, his suit jacket lifted, revealing a big bulging shape at the lower back of his waist.
"So there really is a gun..."
Who would've thought, upon hearing Ye Feng's words, Xu Qing who was struggling in his arms suddenly stopped moving, frowned and murmured softly, "Why would there be a gun? According to the intelligence received, this group shouldn't be able to bring guns into Capital City. Where did the gun come from?"
"You didn't know they had a gun?"
Although Xu Qing's voice was soft, Ye Feng still caught it.
"Of course, I knew."
Xu Qing stubbornly said, but seemed guilty no matter how one looked at it.
