Jiang Junwu looked at the scruffy man in front of him, his guard gradually dropping.
"Police? Hahahahahaha! Kid, if you want to impersonate a cop, maybe clean yourself and your crew up before coming out. Looking at the state you're in, you look more like a drunk than a cop."
Wang Yumin said nothing, with a weary expression on his face, he just walked toward Jiang Junwu.
As Wang Yumin approached, Jiang Junwu raised an eyebrow: "Kid, are you looking for trouble?"
Wang Yumin still didn't say a word, continuing to walk toward Jiang Junwu.
When Wang Yumin finally reached Jiang Junwu, he stopped and held a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Jiang Junwu.
With smoke continually filling his nostrils, Jiang Junwu couldn't stand it: "I'll fucking..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Junwu shuddered, looked down at the lower part of his body, his face turning pale.
Wang Yumin was holding a Type 64 pistol, pressing it against Jiang Junwu's groin, the hammer already cocked.
