Lao Mi tensed at the sight of the black gun barrel aimed at him. Slowly, he raised both hands to show that he posed no threat, repeatedly saying, "Wait, wait. It's not on me. Even if you shoot me dead, it won't do you any good..."
Ren Xiaotian seemed not to hear him. "I'll count to three. If you don't hand it over, I'll shoot you. One..."
"Hey, hey, don't do anything. I told you, it's not on me..." Lao Mi looked deeply aggrieved.
"Two..."
"Hey, it really isn't on me..."
"Three!"
"Stop, stop, stop! I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you!"
As Ren Xiaotian counted to three and began to squeeze the trigger, Lao Mi realized he was serious and cried out.
Ren Xiaotian's finger stopped. Staring at him, he said, "The item!"
Lao Mi said, "It's not on me. Wait, wait, wait, it's over there... I'll have them bring it over..."
Under Ren Xiaotian's watchful gaze, he cautiously lowered one hand, slowly pulled out a piece of red cloth from his pocket, raised it above his head, and waved it repeatedly toward the rear more than a dozen times.
Chen Chuan saw that, some two or three hundred meters away, two people crawled up from the ground and began walking toward them with something resembling a box.
Ren Xiaotian did not lower his gun. Only when the two men had come within ten meters or so did he say, "Put it on the ground, then back away."
Lao Mi hurriedly added, "Listen to him. Put it down, put it down."
The two exchanged glances, set the object on the ground, then cautiously shuffled backward.
Chen Chuan glanced at the box. It looked like a mechanical roulette wheel, entirely gray-silver in color, and he had no