Watching Wild Wolf's reaction, he didn't
make a move. He simply hooked a finger around his gun and looked at me calmly.
The M500 in my right hand remained ready to fire at any moment. Then I quickly took back the Glock and slid
it into the holster under my arm.
"Now, can you put your gun down?"
"Your people haven't put theirs down..."
As if! The eight people behind him still had their weapons out. I put my gun down? Was I asking to die?
Wild Wolf frowned and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Put your weapons away."
"Boss?"
"Yes."
"Boss, this woman..."
"I said, put your weapons away."
"...Tsk! Yes!"
The eight of them put their weapons away. Wild Wolf didn't even turn around; he just stared at me intently.
"Now, can you put your gun down?"
"You, take, three, steps, back."
Wild Wolf raised an eyebrow, but didn't argue. He stepped back three paces. As soon as he did, the entire second floor fell so quiet
you could've heard a pin drop. Everyone stared at the scene before them, mouths agape, as if they wished they could pluck out their eyeballs and stick them on Wild Wolf.
"Tap~ tap~ tap~"
He wore leather shoes, their soles seemingly studded with iron. Every step he took rang out clearly, echoing through
the second-floor hall.
Strange... Why was this guy suddenly doing as I said?
Frowning, I studied him carefully. After a long moment, I slowly lowered the M500 and hesitantly glanced
at Ren Feng beside me. He was looking at me too, as if he knew what I wanted to ask, and nodded.
I holstered my gun and fastened the clasp. Even then, Wild Wolf made no sudden or threatening move; he simply stood three paces away and