It all happened too quickly. By the time Luo Sanming realized what was happening, Ashan was already lying on the ground like a dead dog, and Song Guanchao had a gun pointed at him.
Luo Sanming looked up and made eye contact with him. There was no anger, no fear, only calmness.
He pushed the gun back with his head, slowly adjusted his sitting position, and calmly smoked his cigar.
"District Chief Song, you have quite the skills."
"I heard you were in the military?"
"Ashan is the toughest under my command, and you disposed of him so easily. I'm surprised."
"Put the gun down, and let's continue talking."
Luo Sanming said calmly.
However, Song Guanchao acted as if he hadn't heard, keeping the gun aimed at him.
"You can shoot."
"Then try and see if you can leave here."
Luo Sanming was very composed. He didn't believe that Song Guanchao, by taking his gun, had any advantage.
