“What are you doing? You must be drunk, Brother. You shouldn’t be pointing the gun at people because you might slip and misfire.” Qi Xuansu remained calm.0

Wang Baoyue pursed his lips. He no longer had a friendly smile on his face, but he had a cold sneer. “I gave you a chance to leave, but you insisted on drinking with me. You were the one knocking on the door of hell, so you can’t blame anyone but yourself.”0

Qi Xuansu raised his hands in surrender, purposely showing Wang Baoyue that he would not resist.0

The gun in Wang Baoyue’s hand was not the Divine Dragon Pistol, nor was it produced by Tianji Hall or the Divine Armory. It was a large-caliber gun that had a distinctive Western style. Judging from his posture, Wang Baoyue should be an extremely experienced gunman who might not have received professional training but had a considerably high body count.0

Wang Baoyue did not relax his vigilance, even though Qi Xuansu had raised his arms in surrender. He pressed the hammer while saying,...1