Moth's heart skipped a beat as he watched the person in front of him vanish.
"I've told you, a lot can happen in 0.01 seconds, why don't you believe me?" Hua Qingyi, sulking like a child, pointed a gun at Moth's head. "If you don't want to die, put down your weapon."
The cold barrel was pressed against his temple, and Moth did not doubt the man's words. The bullet would mercilessly pierce his skin and enter his brain. He could even smell the scent of burned flesh before death. He didn't want to take risks, because he didn't want to go against himself. So he obediently put down the gun in his hand and raised his hands.
Moth's residence was actually very small, cold and ruthless just like his style of doing things. Xiao Lin easily surveyed the entire room. Miao Shaoqing, who crawled out from the basement, shrugged at Xiao Lin, indicating he didn't find any information of meaningful value; there was nothing here.
