He glanced down at the bullet suspended in mid-air before slowly reaching out and plucking it from the air. But the devilish smile on his face sent a chill through Zhao Yuhao, as if he had been plunged into an icy cavern.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Instinctively, Zhao Yuhao pulled the trigger again and again until the chamber was empty.
But without exception, the result was the same. The five bullets simply hung in the air after leaving the barrel, re-enacting a classic scene from a science fiction movie.
"Boss Zhao, any more tricks up your sleeve?" With a sweep of his hand, Qin Fan gathered the bullets into his palm. He looked at Zhao Yuhao and chuckled mockingly.
"You... you... who the hell are you? You're not the Qin family's outcast! You're not that good-for-nothing!" The previously calm and composed Zhao Yuhao, who carried the air of a triad boss, began to panic, his words becoming incoherent. Beads of sweat layered his forehead as he swallowed hard, his voice trembling with terror.
