Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Wu Mei was shocked and startled.
At that moment, a cold light shot out from Ye Xunhuan's eyes, as dark and bright as diamonds. His body leaned forward sharply, and his right hand extended like lightning, fingers gripping like steel claws, directly clasping onto Wu Mei's wrist.
So fast!
Wu Mei instinctively wanted to pull the trigger, but it was already too late.
Ye Xunhuan's fingers suddenly exerted force, twisting hard, and in pain, Wu Mei's right hand holding the gun relaxed, and she released the pistol.
And just at that moment, Ye Xunhuan's left hand quickly reached out and snatched the pistol.
"Didn't your instructor ever tell you, when pointing a gun at someone, never get distracted, never be careless?" Ye Xunhuan said, turning the gun in his left hand, pointing the dark and cold muzzle directly at Wu Mei.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye, so swiftly that Wu Mei had no chance to react.
