"You're going to die! Hahahaha..."
Pan Dongxing laughed out loud, his expression fierce, as he continuously pulled the trigger several times. The gun made a series of "click click" sounds. Soon, his laughter abruptly stopped because the expected gunshot never rang out. Chen Feng sat serenely across him, as if he were watching a monkey perform tricks.
"Are you looking for this?"
Chen Feng used his thumb to eject the bullets from the magazine one by one. They clinked and bounced on the desk, leaving Pan Dongxing dumbfounded. How on earth did Chen Feng get his hands on his magazine?
The pistol had always been in the drawer of his office, and no outsider had touched it. Could there be a mole who secretly took his magazine? Pan Dongxing became somewhat paranoid.
