As an arms dealer, he began to get used to handling firearms. Franklin might not know, the gun just handed to him was part of his project, which he had handled no less than a thousand times, so familiar as to be habitual. This gun itself was very light, but the bullets were heavy. However, holding it in his hand, he could only judge that this gun weighed less than two bullets; he couldn't accurately judge whether there was a bullet or if it was an empty gun. But he was gambling. None of Franklin's men had a gun pointed at him. If he turned towards Franklin, he surely wouldn't survive. He could only gamble that there were no bullets; it was merely a terrifying test.
What if there were bullets?
Lu Bai wiped his face, still frightened, feeling he had lost all strength. The white shirt was soaked with sweat. It was the first time he had dealt with such a terrifying opponent like Franklin.
The other side had taught him a lesson.
An unforgettable lesson.
