"Boss, the man is here!" Sang Biao rushed in first as he pushed open the door.
"Hmm," Dai Sha replied indifferently, without raising his head, just lowered his head, wiping the black pistol in his hand with a cloth.
Although he didn't know what model the pistol was, Zhao Huilong believed it was definitely not a toy. Any bullet in it could take his life.
"Boss Dai, we're here!" Seeing Scar's indifference, Wei Dazhuang couldn't hold back and reminded.
"Oh, you're all here!" Finally, he slowly raised his head. Dai Sha asked knowingly, "I heard you were looking for me this morning?"
"Yes!"
"What's the matter?"
"We want to find some work with you!" Wei Dazhuang got straight to the point.
"Looking for work?" The words suddenly paused, and Scar inexplicably raised the gun in his hand and pretended to "aim" slowly across Wei and Zhao's front.
His actions were unusually slow, but the oppressive feeling it gave was no less than a real bullet being fired.
