Sun Yan finally asked, "Young Madam, were you really prepared to kill him just now?"
"I don't like to kill people."
"Then..." Sun Yan hesitated, "My gun can hold six bullets. I fired once, the boss fired once, so there should be four bullets left. You dismantled three, there should have been one bullet remaining, which still means a one in six chance of death."
Shen Cheng glanced at the gun in his hand, "Take a look for yourself."
Hurriedly Sun Yan removed the magazine and saw, where there should have been one bullet left, it was completely empty.
Sun Yan's expression was extremely complicated: "..."
What about the last bullet?
Wait a minute!
Suddenly realizing something: "Young Madam, did you play with my gun?"
Shi Yu's sword brows raised, his tone threatening, "So what if I did, any objections?"
Sun Yan: "..."
He knew it, how come every time he went to the bathroom he would hear a gunshot.
Could he object?
Dare he object?
