Not everyone can face the muzzle of a gun without flinching. Since the advent of firearms, humans have become incredibly fragile, where even a tiny bullet can kill a master. Of course, unless one has cultivated to a certain realm where they can ignore the presence of bullets, but whether such individuals exist remains an unknown.
Jiang Yue didn't know why Ye Fan was doing this. Although the study was spacious, Ye Fan had chosen to stand by the window, the furthest point from Zhu Bowei, yet the distance between them was still less than ten meters. Even a novice might hit Ye Fan, let alone Zhu Bowei—like a blind cat running into a dead mouse.
In Jiang Yue's view, Ye Fan was now playing with fire.
"Young Master Ye, have you lost your mind?" asked Jiang Yue in a deep voice.
