Sun Yan couldn't get a word in edgewise, feeling somewhat speechless; he simply squatted to the side and smoked, focusing on watching the commotion.
Shen Cheng took the gun back from Shi Yu's hand, her slender fingers running over the slightly hot barrel, the smile at the corner of her lips becoming deeper and more inscrutable.
The Scarred Man was stubborn, even after getting shot, he clamped his mouth shut, refusing to spill a word.
Shen Cheng looked at him, a smile playing in her eyes, "You've got a backbone, shame I don't appreciate that."
She raised the handgun, suddenly erasing her smile, "Do you know what Galoraw died from? Oh, you don't know who Galoraw is."
She swiftly removed the magazine, emptied out three bullets, her hands moving continuously as she explained calmly, "He was a great mathematician who died playing Russian Roulette."
The Scarred Man watched Shen Cheng's cool movements, his body, which he had just under control, started shaking uncontrollably again.
