Qiu!
The moment the mysterious man fell to the ground, he pulled the trigger subconsciously. The 7.62mm bullet roared across Chen Fan's head, blowing open a finger-thick black hole in the ceiling.
"Damn your masters, Nakagawa Emi…"Chen Fan felt only numbness all over, and a chill feeling in his spine.
He had guns, too, but he did not say anything. He couldn't shoot people, not even in his own home. He was not a murderous gangster, but was just a kid, who grew up in the peace years, a naughty kid, who used to fight in school and never dared hurt anyone.
"Don't move, for if you move again, I'll shoot!" Chen Fan acted cruel and took out a pistol from his back. The crisp sound of loading bullets was heard, leaving two mysterious people, who could not see the scene, at a loss.
