"You stop right there!"
Pak! Following her shrill bellow, a gunshot was heard.
"Ugh!"
A moan soon ensued.
The room was dark, and Qiao Jingyun was walking.
Furthermore, since this was the first time she was shooting with her left hand, Pei Ge's shot missed.
Even though it missed, the bullet managed to graze the target's shoulder.
Looking at the blood on her left shoulder, the woman turned to look at her.
"Well done. I didn't expect you to bring a gun."
She shifted her gaze onto the gun in her hand, and upon seeing that the silver gun was merely the size of a grown man's two fingers, she could not help but laugh.
"Ji Ziming truly spent so much effort in ensuring your survival. He even gave you this gun."
Her words were filled with jealousy and mockery.
Pei Ge could not be bothered with this woman's sarcasm and merely looked at her coldly as she kept her finger on the trigger of the revolver.
