Upon hearing this, Gao Song was momentarily stunned, but his face immediately darkened. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulled a pistol from the drawer and aimed it directly at Su Han!
His finger squeezed the trigger!
"Bang!" A clear gunshot rang out, and a bullet hole appeared on the wall in front of him with a crisp collision sound.
But Su Han, seated there, remained unmoved.
Gao Song's face changed dramatically, gripping the gun but already trembling all over.
He was decisive, instantly recognizing Su Han's ill intent, ready to shoot to kill, something he had practiced countless times. There was no way his aim could be that poor.
Yet the gun barrel was barely a few centimeters from Su Han; how did he dodge it? He should have had no time to react.
Gao Song looked grave, as if he had seen a ghost, while Su Han, seated across from him, maintained a calm expression, as if the gunshot hadn't even registered: "How much for eight lives."
