"Trash is trash after all!"
Ye Xuan said indifferently, then he raised his gun and fired three consecutive shots, bang bang bang! Thus, he sent the other three to Hell.
However, he did not look at Lu Miaochan, nor did he walk toward her; instead, he turned around, staring intently in a certain direction of the warehouse.
There he stood in silence, not speaking, as if waiting for something.
The dark and quiet warehouse was so still that you could hear a pin drop, the atmosphere filled with eeriness!
Nearly ten seconds later, Ye Xuan finally spoke, "You've been here all along, so why didn't you shoot?"
The warehouse fell silent again.
After about five or six seconds, a hoarse voice sounded, "I wasn't confident that I could kill you, so I dared not shoot; in fact, I didn't even have the confidence to wound you."
"Heh, how ironic! You, as a mercenary, don't even dare to fire your gun. That statement I made about trash, it also applies to you—trash is indeed trash!"
