Several gang members immediately rushed out of the warehouse.
The remaining ones tightened their grip on their weapons.
Wen Jun walked closer, his pistol aimed directly at Su Mo's face.
"So," he said coldly, "how many people did you bring with you?"
Su Mo raised an eyebrow.
"First of all," he said, "your imagination is impressive."
"Second… why don't you take me seriously?"
"Just you?" Wen Jun sneered.
He pressed the pistol against Su Mo's temple.
"This beauty in my hand can handle eight people like you."
Instead of fear, Su Mo only looked amused.
Wen Jun frowned.
'Is he confident… or just stupid?'
Either way, he needed information.
Were ordinary police involved? Or armed units?
Su Mo met his gaze calmly. Then his lips curved into a mischievous grin.
"Unfortunately for you," he said softly. "From now on… your beauty belongs to me."
Wen Jun frowned.
"What nonsense are you talking—"
His words stopped abruptly.
The pistol suddenly tore itself out of his hand.
