This twist shocked the strong man; if he had seized the gun and opened fire instead of dismantling it, then both he and his father could have been in grave danger!
The man at the door, who had aimed the gun at Li Yan, looked at him with fresh eyes but didn't move the gun an inch. The more dangerous the person in front of him was, the more cautious he needed to be!
Li Yan removed the cigarette from his mouth and flicked the ash casually, smiling lightly: "Buddy, holding a gun looks cool, but this isn't the way to play with it. You'd better go back and practice!"
In the midst of their awkward terror and tense vigilance, the room fell silent, and the sound of applause suddenly broke the tension.
The man who stood motionless like a dead or deaf person finally turned around. He was a man around sixty, dressed in a common business suit, his hair partially grayed but meticulously groomed. As he turned around, he was smiling and clapping.
