Scared to death.
Damn.
Why didn't the intel mention this? Supposedly, he shouldn't be afraid because this is a hotel, and Tang Qing's men wouldn't dare move that finger. But... it has a silencer.
Oh my!
Silencer.
With this thing attached, he couldn't help but feel intimidated. To be honest, who could come forth to stop this? Even if the law allows bodyguards to carry guns, it probably does not permit silencers, right?
"You ask."
The man forced a smile.
"Speak for yourself." A thug said.
"What?"
The foreign man's voice weakened.
The next moment.
"Hiss!"
A sharp intake of breath; he saw that the armed thug pressed the magazine release button, and with a swoosh, he saw the golden peanuts, his thumb flicked, and a peanut popped out.
Steadily landed in the other thug's hand.
Then.
'Click!'
Magazine loaded.
"Click!"
Chambered.
