The distinctly Eastern features and perfectly articulated Shenzhou Language instantly told Sabas the other party's race.
Watching Sabas's pupils change, Zhao Le casually pulled out a chair and sat down. "You really understand Shenzhou Language... Are you a fan of Huaxia culture or something else?"
Seeing him sit down so brazenly, Sabas shifted slightly, turning sideways toward the screening room's entrance. "Who are you?"
Zhao Le held a hot-dog bun in both hands and ate, but his eyes never left Sabas. "Who are you?"
"F*ck-you!"
The instant Sabas raised his hand, a bullet spat out without warning. At a distance of barely one or two meters, the chance of it hitting between the brows was nearly one hundred percent.
Sabas believed there was no way the other man could survive... unless he was not human!
But his thought soon came true.
When the 9mm Parabellum round stopped in midair before Zhao Le, Sabas's pupils instantly dilated. Instinctive fear overrode reason, and he emptied the magazine in a pure reflex!
Bang bang bang bang bang—!!
The smell of gunpowder spread through the air. All fifteen bullets that had left the barrel now hovered in a cluster before Zhao Le.
Sabas's entire body seemed frozen.
Zhao Le took out a tissue and wiped the sauce from the edge of his lips. Only then did the bullets suddenly fall onto the table, clinking loudly.
"Why did you place the order through the Dark Web?"
Seeing this, Sabas immediately tried to flee through the door... This was not someone he could handle!
His hand closed around the doorknob!
Sabas's heart pounded, but the next moment, intense pain shot through his palm. He instinctively looked down and saw that the doorknob had become the head of a cobra!
Its venom-filled fangs had sunk into the