Third Brother was so enraged that he drew his gun, which was against the rules. But in his current state of agitation, he couldn't care less.
However, although he drew his gun quickly, Ye Qing's actions were even faster. Before his gun could be aimed at Ye Qing, Ye Qing had already rushed towards him and snatched the gun from his hand.
Looking at the gun barrel pointed at himself, Third Brother immediately wilted. He had been in the business for so long, when had he ever been held at gunpoint?
"You... you... what do you want to do?" Third Brother's voice trembled, "I'm telling you, snatching... snatching a police gun is a capital offense, aren't you afraid of being shot by a firing squad?"
"I'm doing this to protect myself!" Ye Qing looked at Third Brother with cold eyes and spoke in a grave tone, "If you could have a decent conversation with me, I wouldn't need to snatch your gun. But now, it seems that we've lost the chance to talk properly!"
