The people watching the spectacle in the bar immediately grew restless; with a gun drawn, who could calmly watch the commotion? People rushed out like a swarm, as if running a step slower would mean dying under Bald Biao's gun.
Bald Biao didn't stop the others from running out. He didn't want to escalate the matter; pulling out his gun was just to intimidate this kid in front of him, not with the intent to actually kill.
Pointing the gun at Luo Chao, Bald Biao arrogantly said, "Thought you were tough? Aren't your skills top-notch? Why are you scared now? Come on, let's see if your skills are faster or my bullet."
"Don't be rash, it's my fault, I shouldn't have provoked you. Don't shoot—I'll be dead if you do." Luo Chao seemed very frightened, his body slightly trembling.
"Haha, look at you now, like a turtle's grandson, damn you." Bald Biao was even more pleased, not noticing that Luo Chao had quietly lowered one hand behind him, picking up a dropped button from someone unknown.
