The dark muzzle of the gun sent a chill down Liu Zhizhong's spine.
What kind of security guard was she, to have a gun and draw it just like that?
The Qian's Manor was indeed powerful and unfathomable!
Instinctively, Zhizhong raised his hands, "Don't shoot, I'm one of us, one of us…"
"Who's 'one of us' with you?"
"Uh... I'm a friend of Mr. Xuan's, have been staying here for a few days now…"
"Are you sure you're friends with him? Are you?"
This woman, so freaking fierce and indifferent, with a gun in her hand, was imposing!
Zhizhong was a bit embarrassed, "Sort of...sort of friends, yeah…"
"Get lost quickly!"
"Oh…"
Liu Zhizhong turned around and strode away.
His steps had to be steady, his figure calm; he still needed to show some poise.
He felt it even though she had drawn her gun, that mysterious woman barely moved at all and paid no attention to these matters.
