The gunshot rang out, but Chu Ge remained unmoved, his lips still slightly curved up, his gaze fixed on the gunman's eyes, unscathed.
The gunman's hand was steady, continuously aiming at Chu Ge's heart, and he indeed pulled the trigger.
But just a second prior, the sound echoing in the air was not the short, forceful, and piercing "bang" of a bullet firing, but a "click."
Chu Ge shrugged, "I told you, you can't fool me with this thing. Yet you insist on putting on such a show. Is it fun?"
The gunman flicked his left hand, smoothly tossing the gun into the burning Grand Cherokee. As the handgun spun, turning into a streak of black light, he stared at Chu Ge and spoke calmly.
"Are you so sure there are no bullets in the gun?"
Chu Ge pursed his lips, as though belittling the man's question, "Nonsense, otherwise why would I just stand here and let you shoot?"
