Click.
An almost inaudible echo resonated from the motionless gun. There was no recoil force, no bullet erupting from the muzzle, and certainly no bleeding hole on Ku Jin's forehead. "Wha—" Jia Molei's eyes widened in disbelief as he pulled the trigger again and again, but all the gun produced was 'click-click-click' sounds.
Before him, Ku Jin burst out into a fit of furious laughter. "Good… very good. You really made up your mind to kill me this time!"
"You bastard—!" Jia Molei swiftly checked the magazine and much to his dismay, he discovered that it was empty! He demanded in disbelief, "Who the fuck carries an empty gun around?!"
"An empty gun? Do you think that's what it is?" Ku Jin showed a lopsided smile, arching his brow in mirth.
An inexplicable sense of dread settled in the pit of Jia Molei's stomach, and the next words Ku Jin said morphed his expression into one of pure and unadulterated horror.
