"Where did he come from?"
Zhang Su walked over to Tan Huajun and asked.
Tan Huajun pointed to the opposite side of the street and said, "From over there, I didn't see exactly which shop."
Zhang Su looked in the direction indicated by Tan Huajun. Others couldn't see, but he could clearly see a few pairs of eyes hidden behind the glass on the third floor of a beauty and health salon.
The eyes weren't important, what mattered was the pitch-black gun muzzle!
Woof!
Corgi Good Fortune also sensed the danger. After a low growl, it gently tugged on Zhang Su's pant leg.
Zhang Su nodded at Good Fortune and discreetly stepped back a few paces behind the RV. He was confident that as long as the other party wasn't equipped with something like a Barrett, they couldn't penetrate the RV's multiple layers of steel plating!
"Hello! I'm alone, unarmed, no need to be nervous, I'm here to talk with you!"
