"Whoosh..."
Roger suddenly stood up, almost knocking over the stool he was sitting on.
He noticed the patrons around him looking strangely.
Embarrassed, he raised his hand, "Boss, I'll have a bowl too."
Zhou Ping'an gave Roger an exasperated look.
He frowned slightly.
"Don't worry, the assassin isn't here, nor will there be a sniper bullet targeting us suddenly. They're still far away. Although they're watching us with binoculars right now, they won't act yet."
"Oh, I see now," Roger said, his ears heating up.
Clearly, he also felt that his reaction was somewhat embarrassing.
But aren't you scared at all?
Knowing there are formidable assassins observing with binoculars, ready to attack at any moment?
Yet you stroll through the morning market and eat breakfast as if nothing's wrong?
Aren't you afraid of being shot in the head?
"No one can ambush me," Zhou Ping'an murmured, then did not further explain nor respond to the myriad doubts flooding the live broadcast.
