Jiang Guangrong held a revolver handgun in his hand and sighed, "I'm tired. I want to sleep for a while. Do whatever you want. When they come, you'll wake me up!"
Jiang Guangrong then reached out to take the pillow from Zhang Xianhai, put Aying's revolver handgun under the pillow, and slowly lay down, wrapping himself in the quilt and squinting his eyes, ignoring the three people.
"Alright, then you have a good rest. We'll head out first!" Li Mubai said with a deep smile and then walked out together with Zhang Xianhai and Aying.
Just as Li Mubai and his three companions left, Jiang Guangrong suddenly opened his eyes, took out the revolver handgun from under the pillow. Jiang Guangrong stared at the revolver handgun in his hand — a handgun, for a while, then flung the revolver handgun away, quietly taking a bullet from the large medicine cabinet and throwing it into the trash. Finally, Jiang Guangrong sighed heavily, placed the gun back under the pillow, closed his eyes, and slept.
