The guy with the nose ring was clearly more knowledgeable.
He fumbled to open the side compartment — the magnetic panel vanished, revealing the Rapid Runner submachine gun embedded inside.
The high-end product from Raqi Industry immediately elicited cheers.
The hoodlums shrieked and scrambled to feel the cold alloy texture.
"You won't be able to pull it out..."
John's voice drew the gang members' attention.
Various thoughts flashed through their minds, realizing that the speaker was the motorcycle owner. As they turned their heads, they adopted a premeditated vicious demeanor, even preparing facial expressions...
But when the hoodlums turned around, they saw no one.
They blinked, seemingly glimpsing a fleeting shadow that suggested a short-haired man in a work jacket should have been standing there.
