Kang Chan’s eyes flashed the moment he heard the sound of the breechblock being pulled. Time seemed to have slowed down.

Haah. Haah. 

Even the sound of his breathing felt elongated.

The man standing near the entrance tilted his head as the man with the C-4 hanging from his body lowered his jacket to its original position. The barrel of the gun touching the back of Kang Chan’s ear slightly recoiled, then touched him again.

Did these punks think he was an easy target just because he obediently sat down when they instructed him to? How dared they pull the breechblock behind him? Were they agents or members of the special forces or something?

Could these bastards take him on in a fight?

Using his thumb and middle finger, Kang Chan held in place the cigarette in his mouth. He then bent his elbow as if he was flicking off a spark.

Idiot! If you pull the breechblock, it will fire two hundred milliseconds faster when you click the trigger!

KC watched the cigarette go by from the corner of his right eye as he threw it backward.

Kang Chan...