Zhang Xiuer was startled by Zhao Yang and, seeing the pitch-black handgun on the table, quickly waved her hand and said, "I really don't dare to take it!"
"What's there to be afraid of? Wait until I teach you how to use it. I tell you, having a gun for self-defense makes you much safer, and you can take out whoever you want!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"Are you kidding me? I don't want it!" Zhang Xiuer said angrily as she rolled her eyes. She was terrified just at the sight of a gun, let alone use one. What if she accidentally killed someone? The consequences were simply unthinkable.
"So what should we do?" Zhao Yang asked with a smile.
"I think we should hand it over to the police. What if those two men talk about the gun?" Zhang Xiuer suggested.
"They won't," Zhao Yang said with an indifferent smile. "They won't talk."
"They won't?" Zhang Xiuer looked at Zhao Yang in surprise, not quite understanding what he meant.
