Everyone here is an expert, so stop pretending.
No pretending to be tough, and definitely not pretending to be cowardly.
When the gunfire erupted at several times the normal rate, and it was such a familiar sound, several Black Demons knew exactly what was happening. At least in terms of shooting speed and timing, every expert instinctively knew what was going on.
When you could finally see with your own eyes and witness the result of the shooting, everything became clear. Why bother pretending? There's nothing to pretend about.
Of course, Gao Yang wasn't planning to pretend. After scanning the area, he lowered his gun and said in a low voice, "They're sleeping. There's another door here leading to other rooms, more concealed, so there's no trace at the entrance."
Tarta craned his neck to survey the room, shot a glance at Gao Yang, and left without a word.
