One minute, three minutes, five minutes…
As time trickled by, the study remained quiet. With Lu Tianxing's warning, Bai Zhiqing tried her best to curl up in a corner, motionless. Although she had never seen a real gun before, the image from moments ago where a single shot shattered the wall and desk vividly told her just how terrifying the power of the gun was.
In the blink of an eye, fifteen minutes had passed, and there was still no movement in the study. The man's mood became increasingly impatient, and his expression grew uglier by the second.
For an assassin, missing the first shot meant an immediate withdrawal was necessary, especially when the target was protected by an expert. Withdrawal had to be executed with maximum speed—that was an ironclad rule.
