Chen Feng finally realized that his situation had scared these innocent bystanders.
On the ground was a person with a face and head covered in blood, whose life or death was uncertain, while Chen Feng, who looked every bit like the perpetrator, was holding a gun in his hand. He didn't look like a good guy.
Seeing this, Chen Feng engaged the safety on the gun and stuffed it into his pants pocket.
Chen Feng had never handled a pistol before, but he had touched a rifle during military training, so he knew how to use the safety switch.
Cheng Yuhuan also noticed and suggested, "Why not drag him into the car? Shouldn't we call an ambulance?"
Chen Feng casually replied, "No need, he won't die. Let me make a phone call first."
Gao Xinfu had already confessed to killing several people; he was no good. Chen Feng just needed to ensure he didn't die in his hands. As for dragging him into the car, Chen Feng was worried he might dirty it.
