The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, then reached behind his back with the back of his hand.
Immediately after, a shiny black object appeared.
Click, the gun was cocked.
The dark muzzle pointed directly at Zhang Xiaowei.
Not again!
Zhang Xiaowei felt nothing but annoyance.
This was the second time he had a gun pointed at him.
Right away, Zhang Xiaowei's mind raced as he tried to determine whether the object in the middle-aged man's hand was real or fake.
Hiss!
Zhang Xiaowei took a sharp breath, his expression turning extremely grave.
What's going on, could there be a limit to the number of times I can use my x-ray vision?
The pain in his eyes caused Zhang Xiaowei to squint.
"Let go of Boss Huang!"
The middle-aged man, sporting a fierce smile, waved the object in his hand, ordering Zhang Xiaowei.
At the moment, Zhang Xiaowei couldn't confirm whether the thing in the man's hand was real or fake.
