In the enclosed elevator.
The seductive woman was almost instantly pushed towards Lin Chuan.
Croney moved skillfully, reaching the pinnacle of speed.
His right hand went straight for his waist, drawing a gun with a speed Lin Chuan had rarely seen in his life.
It was a speed ingrained in muscle memory, so fast that he didn't need to think about the position of the gun or find the trigger, he just had to reach for his waist and the gun, as if by magic, appeared in his hand.
The woman, half falling, did not completely block Lin Chuan's view.
Lin Chuan took in the scene completely.
Suppose, on the first floor of the elevator, when the doors opened and Croney would have fired without Lin Chuan being ready, there was a 90% chance that Lin Chuan would be shot.
But now, Lin Chuan, also a top-tier King of Killers, was fully prepared.
Even, one could say, at his peak!
