When Chu Ge and the man in white locked eyes, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was instantly filled with shock. His initially slightly furrowed brow was now tightly knitted, forming a deep "川" character at the center of his forehead.
At this moment, Yuan He was evidently very satisfied with Chu Ge's expression. He seemed to see something delicious, tilted his head slightly, and licked his lips.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Yuan He, smiling, extended his right hand and touched his left chest. Then, he brought his middle, ring, and little fingers together, aiming his open index finger and thumb at Chu Ge, making a distant "shooting" gesture. He then raised his index finger to his lips, as if to blow away the smoke from the gun, and slowly blew a breath.
