The air in the office was nearly frozen, tense and ready for a showdown!
Jiao Su and the sable-wearing youth, one stood behind the desk, the other sat in front of it, separated by the table.
Jiao Su widened his eyes, his face twisted in a snarl, as he pulled out a handgun, aiming it at the youth's head.
"You insulted my master; today, you will not be spared!
"My handgun bullets are all poisoned..."
Then the youth, unperturbed and smiling, raised his right hand, his fingertips burning with a black, filthy, greasy Pill Fire.
Jiao Su remained unfazed.
"...My handgun bullets are all poisoned; even a scratch would be unbearable for Sequence Eight!
"So let's not risk it; it would be quite awkward if it misfired."
He put the gun back, ignoring the cold sweat on his forehead, and forced a smile.
"Sir... may I ask what business you have with me?"
The sable-wearing youth also grinned.
