"Are you planning to take me as your hostage? Do you plan to use me as leverage to negotiate with my father so that he would let you and your people go?" Di Hao's big eyes sparkled at him.
Guan Yaning was rendered speechless. This little kid could see right through him. Swiftly, he moved his hand to reach for the weapon at his waist, but it was missing. The gun that he had hidden there had disappeared.
"Looking for this?" A silver gun was spinning in Di Hao's little hand.
How could this be? Guan Yaning was truly dumbstruck by the turn of events. He was already considered one of the most skilled people from his clan, yet, he did not even notice when the little kid had stolen his gun.
Di Hao sighed. "If I were you, I would not act rashly. Otherwise, you would wish for death." Next, Di Hao handed the gun to Lu Wu, who chewed it in its mouth.
