Zhang Xiaowei was stunned.
Damn it, how could this bastard have a gun?
In a country where guns were banned, firearms had long since disappeared.
But the one in Zhu San's hand was clearly not a homemade gun; it was a standard-issue pistol.
While Zhang Xiaowei was suspicious, Zhu San was already striding toward him menacingly.
With doubts in his mind, Zhang Xiaowei squinted slightly.
Suddenly, his eyes seemed to sense his intense doubt.
The pistol in Zhu San's hand lost its color in his vision.
The next second, the pistol appeared as a three-dimensional exploded view, with every part clearly displayed in front of Zhang Xiaowei.
Soon, he clearly saw the magazine of the pistol.
By then, the dark muzzle had also arrived in front of him.
Zhu San, with a ferocious expression, gritted his teeth and questioned, "Kid, you're pretty arrogant, huh? Have the guts to act tough in front of me again!"
