"You're surprised I'm still alive, aren't you?" Mo Feng's smile was enigmatic as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out.
"You must be finding it hard to believe right now, wondering how I didn't die, doubting whether the shot you fired back then missed its mark." After saying this, he lifted the object in his hand towards Huo Jingting.
Huo Jingting focused his eyes and saw that it was a shattered wristwatch.
Mo Feng pointed to the spot where he had been shot, "You didn't miss, it's just bad luck for you that I wasn't fated to die then. At that moment, I happened to be keeping this watch in the front pocket of my shirt."
After saying this, he threw the broken watch on the ground and stepped on it.
"It's quite ironic. It was close to your birthday, and this was a watch I had specially ordered for you." He gave a cold, thin smile, "But fortunately, I never gave it to you. Otherwise, that shot of yours would have truly taken my life."
