Brother Octopus wore a vicious expression. A pistol was fixed beneath the desk, its muzzle aimed straight ahead. The moment he fired, he would be able to hit whoever came in.
Moreover, this was no ordinary pistol. It was a powerful Smith & Wesson M500 revolver, firing .50 Magnum rounds. Within fifteen meters, a single shot could penetrate a tank's steel plate.
An ordinary person could not fire it one-handed. It required both hands and a certain amount of training. Using it with one hand could easily fracture the wrist. The recoil was too great; without a firm grip or proper training, one could be injured, perhaps even hurt oneself.
That was why Brother Octopus had firmly secured the pistol beneath the desk. This would protect him from danger while preventing the recoil from damaging his wrist when he fired. And when the firearm was mounted, he could even slightly adjust the muzzle's direction. It was practically perfect for ambushing someone.
Damn fellow, die!
With a pfft, it was not the bald man who fired. Chen Mo flicked out a bullet with his finger and struck him directly in the arm.
The bald man immediately let out a scream. His vicious expression instantly turned to terror. His hand left the trigger beneath the desk as he clutched his arm in agony.
The bald man truly had not expected someone to injure him merely through the strength of a finger flick. It was simply impossible. Yet this impossible thing had happened right before his eyes. How could he not panic? Even the pain in his arm seemed to lessen considerably because of his fear.
Chen Mo curled his lips and chuckled. With his Spiritual Sense controlling the scene, how could he let this man fire so easily? Although he was not