The police came very quickly, but people from the Messier 87 department came even sooner.
"Mr. Ren." The incoming person didn't exactly look pleased.
"See, this isn't my fault. I have a bad temper, and I tend to get anxious with anyone that provokes me. It's already pretty good that this person here is still alive." Ren Baqian spread out his arms.
He stood up and limped toward the outside as he spoke.
"Yo! Yo! Yo!" Ren Baqian acted as if he was singing hip-hop. He made this sound as he walked, inhaling the cold air into his mouth.
It was painful. The bullet seemed to have hit his bones.
He had never been that unyielding type who was able to pretend that nothing had happened even after suffering a gunshot wound.
He was the type who would announce every single problem he was facing, not to mention that he was suffering from a gunshot wound.
The others then came to realize that Ren Baqian actually had gunshot wounds.
