Just as the man was sizing up the situation, the car door suddenly opened, and a long leg encased in denim jeans emerged from inside, followed by a red-haired woman stepping out.
Before he could even marvel at when Liang Zhijie had become involved with such a woman, his pupils had already sharply constricted.
There, on the thigh of the beautiful woman, was a glaringly conspicuous handgun!
The silver of the gun's body was extremely eye-catching.
It was the first time he had ever seen it.
Then, the woman's gaze suddenly shifted over here, and the coldness and caution in her eyes made him quickly lower his head, avoiding her gaze as he heard another man jumping out from the car.
"Hmm—"
"The weather is quite nice today."
"Liang Zhijie, is this the place you mentioned?"
The voice sounded very young, with an air of nonchalance that seemed so out of place in these times.
After all, anyone who had lived this long was careful and guarded even in their speech.
