"Come back," Chu Yang said indifferently as he kept his pistol.
Fatty Zhang could only turn around. He was so terrified that tears and snot were flowing down his face, but he didn't dare to wipe them away. Like a robot, he walked back into the room in despair.
Just a moment ago, Chu Yang's bullet had whizzed past his head.
If it had been a few centimeters lower, the bullet would have gone through his head.
"How boring." Chu Yang shook his head. He looked at Cao Xing, who was sitting opposite him, and then at the petrified crowd around him. He felt somewhat rueful.
The person he had pointed a gun at previously had been Bai Hong.
However, Bai Hong was different from these cowardly villagers.
Bai Hong had admitted defeat in a straightforward manner, and he was even prepared to die.
Even though Chu Yang had won, he still held Bai Hong in high regard.
After Bai Hong became Chu Ning's bodyguard, he was even more assured.
