The echo of the gunshot still rang through the private dining room.
Section Chief Jia's corpse lay stiff on the cold floor, his eyes wide with disbelief and endless regret.
The private dining room fell deathly silent.
The burly men from the Black Dragon Chamber of Commerce blocking the doorway were all stunned.
They looked at Section Chief Jia lying in a pool of blood, then at the young man calmly blowing smoke from the muzzle. Their minds went blank.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
After a moment of shock, they finally reacted, raising their guns in unison and aiming every dark muzzle at Yue Xiaofei.
"D-don't move!"
"Put the gun down!"
The leader's voice trembled.
Chen Duo and the other eight heiresses had only just begun to hope, but now their hearts leaped into their throats again.
They had no idea what had just happened.
Why had Section Chief Jia's gun failed to fire at first, only to work again in Yue Xiaofei's hands?
Was it magic?
This was beyond anything they understood.
All they knew was that, although Yue Xiaofei had killed a traitor, he was now trapped in a hopeless situation, with more than a dozen guns aimed at his head!
"Xiaofei, watch out!"
Chen Duo cried out involuntarily.
Yet faced with those handguns, Yue Xiaofei did not even glance at the men holding them.
From beginning to end, his attention had remained on just one person.
Ito Makoto.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
A series of crisp claps abruptly broke the frozen silence.
At the head of the table, Ito Makoto, the young man from Eastern Japan who had worn a cruel smile throughout, was slowly applauding.
The mockery and amusement had vanished from his face, replaced by excitement and admiration, as though he had discovered intriguing prey.
"Interesting. Very