The pretty boy pulled out a gun from behind his waist, biting his lips as he cursed, "I'll fight them to the death!"
"What the hell are you fighting, idiot!"
Yaen Chi slapped the back of his head, making the pretty boy's forehead slam into his knee, stars appearing in his vision. He swore he wanted to press the gun against Yaen Chi's head, but the moment their eyes met, he quickly handed the gun over.
"Grandpa, take this for protection and let's fight our way out together!"
Yaen Chi's face darkened, "What fight? Your problem has nothing to do with me. If you want a shootout, go by yourself. Find me a car, I need to leave."
The pretty boy was dumbfounded, "No way, I've called you grandpa for nothing these past few days?"
Yaen Chi immediately retorted, "You don't even have two ounces of flesh on your arms, what are you fighting for? I'm not risking my life with you. They're prepared for this, if you had half a brain you'd know the wisest course of action is to run."
