Mu Fan's disguised face was expressionless, but the chilling voice made the nearby onlookers feel as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.
An illusion?
With a shiver, the crowd continued to watch the skinny, tall "Wheel" with laughter.
With a "click," everyone clearly heard the sound of metal scraping.
Mu Fan's left hand directly pressed down on Lu Qingxue's right hand, which was about to be raised!
"No need, just watch."
Lu Qingxue did not show any displeasure at the momentary skin contact; instead, there was an obedient nod.
"Tsk tsk, are you planning to use a weapon on me?"
"Take a clear look at where you are, outsider."
Wheel's lips curled into a cruel smile, revealing a crimson tongue as he licked his lips and walked over.
The gun muzzle got closer and closer to Mu Fan's forehead.
And he slowly released the safety lock with one hand.
"Right now, I'm pointing a gun at you... And even if I kill you, no one will care, understand?"
