"What about the knife?" Sun Zhao pressed.
A flash of impatience crossed Sun Yongxi's eyes. After a moment's thought, he suddenly turned and walked straight into the main room.
He turned abruptly.
It was as if they had just been chatting when the other person suddenly turned and walked away. Zhao Tianxing was completely caught off guard.
By the time he realized he should stop him, Sun Yongxi had already entered the main room. Under Zhao Tianxing's watch, he took two steps to a low table against the wall and snatched up a cleaver that was lying on it.
It seemed this was where he usually cooked.
"Don't move!"
Zhao Tianxing shouted, his hand immediately going to his waist to draw his gun.
Shen Xin also drew his gun at once.
Given the uncertain situation and the fact that he was a murder suspect, all four of them had brought their guns.
The problem was, even with guns in their hands, whether or not they could actually shoot was another question entirely.
