"..."
Xiao Lan's mouth hung open dumbfoundedly, only to realize she couldn't utter a single word.
The imposing manner Xu Fan had just displayed was still replaying in her mind.
Recalling the scene of Xu Fan killing with a breath, Xiao Lan felt her skin crawl.
Zhou Jianjun probably hadn't realized what was happening before his death...
This shooting range was not a place to linger, and despite her legs having gone weak with fright, Xiao Lan forcefully nodded and followed Xu Fan out of the range.
Once out of the shooting range, they got into the car.
Given Xiao Lan's terrified state, driving was out of the question, and it wasn't until Xu Fan had driven a good distance from the shooting range that Xiao Lan finally started to catch her breath.
Walking on the edge of death was no laughing matter.
Having wiped the cold sweat from her face, Xiao Lan looked dumbfoundedly at Xu Fan, who was calmly driving.
Xiao Lan shook her head, somewhat perplexed.
