There, sitting in a daze, was a man with a full beard. One of his wrists was swollen to the size of a steamed bun.
Seeing this, Han Jiajia fell silent. After a long pause, she finally spoke. "Judging by his state, it looks like you subdued him! I have to say, Er Gou, you're surprisingly skilled! But you can't do this again. Next time, it's better to wait—"
Before Han Jiajia could finish, she saw Liu Ergou suddenly throw something at her. She hurriedly reached out and caught it. Without even looking at the object, she said irritably, "What are you doing, Er Gou! I'm talking to you, and you just throw things at me. You could have hit me!"
"Just take a look at what I threw you," Liu Ergou replied simply.
Hearing his words, Han Jiajia glanced at the object in her hand. The sight startled her.
It was a gun.
Just then, Liu Ergou spoke again. "See this? This man came to kill me with a gun! Damn it! If I wasn't so skilled, I would've been shot in the head!"
