When Zhou Chengtao and the others saw what Lin Jingzhan took out, they were completely dumbstruck, their skin crawling with goosebumps.
"You—you actually have a gun!"
"For self-defense. Don't panic, folks." Lin Jingzhan replied with a grin:
"Didn't you say you wanted to get physical? Let's hurry up. I've been busy all day and still need to sleep later."
Thud—
Zhou Chengtao fell off his chair.
In a place like Yanjing, anyone gutsy enough to carry this sort of thing around was definitely not an ordinary character.
According to Zhou Chengtao's impression, only a handful of top figures in Yanjing were known to have possessions like this.
"Uh…"
Zhou Chengtao's brain worked overtime, his instincts warning him that this man in front of him was not someone to trifle with. Acting rashly could very likely result in his own misfortune.
"This might all be a misunderstanding. You guys go ahead and rest. We'll take our leave now."
At this point, Zhou Chengtao felt like dying.
