He believed Qi Xiaotian's move to shield him wasn't just a random action; he must have sensed danger.
Sure enough, just as Fang Chenyi was pulling out the golden Desert Eagle...
BANG!
A loud gunshot rang out.
Fang Chenyi's pupils constricted, and he instinctively raised the Desert Eagle in his hand.
But to his confusion, neither Qi Xiaotian nor Liu Yishou had fired. They simply stood shielding him, guns in hand, staring across at the other men with strange expressions.
Just then, a series of agonized howls reached Fang Chenyi's ears.
'Huh? What's going on? That's definitely not one of our guys. So who fired? All of our guns, except for the one in my hand, are fitted with silencers.'
Across from them, David Rogers had also been startled by the gunshot. He inwardly cursed Wolz. 'That fucking idiot, why'd he fire early?!'
'I'm still right under their noses! If they open fire, I'm done for!' For a moment, he wasn't sure if he should move.
