A mocking smile appeared on Huo Qi's face behind his black mask. He was holding an Italian Beretta 92F. This pistol was known to have a perfect score in the world of pistols!
More precisely, it scored 10 on an index of 10. Scorpion stopped in place and didn't dare to resist. He lay on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, like an extremely cowardly turtle, not daring to move.
Huo Qi's tall and muscular figure covered the occasional headlights in the village. Scorpio swallowed his saliva, trying to moisten his dry throat. He was about to speak when Huo Qi interrupted him coldly!
"Shh! Don't speak yet," Huo Qi said coldly, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent. "Stand up slowly now. Let me give you a piece of advice. Don't try to play tricks on me."
Scorpion trembled slightly under Huo Qi's boundless fierce and murderous aura. He forced himself to calm down and nodded slowly, indicating that he understood.
