Mu Fan's disguised face remained expressionless, but his chilling voice made the few spectators nearby feel as if the temperature had suddenly dropped.
Was it an illusion?
After shuddering, they continued laughing and watching the lanky "Lunzi."
With a click, everyone clearly heard the sound of metal scraping.
Mu Fan directly pressed down Lu Qingxue's right hand as she was about to raise it!
"No need. Just watch."
Lu Qingxue showed no aversion whatsoever to the brief touch of their skin. Instead, she obediently nodded.
"Tsk, tsk. Are you planning to use a weapon on me?"
"Take a good look at where you are, outsider."
A cruel smile curled at Lunzi's lips. He stuck out his scarlet tongue and licked the corner of his mouth as he approached step by step.
The gun barrel drew closer and closer to Mu Fan's forehead.
With one hand, he slowly disengaged the safety.
"Right now, I'm pointing a gun at you... and even if I kill you, no one will care. Got it?"
"Now I suspect you're a government lackey."
Amid his sinister chuckles, the cold gleam in Lunzi's eyes grew sharper.
Around them, the troublemaking drinkers had eagerly cleared out a space to watch.
Mu Fan stared blankly at him until the icy muzzle formally pressed against his forehead.
"Every year, a few blind fools like you die here, so... you're dead."
His index finger actually began squeezing the trigger!
The moment his finger fully pulled it, the bullet would blow apart that damned head.
Lunzi's icy voice carried a trace of laughter, while the drinkers beside him laughed heartlessly.
Their laughter clashed with the roaring cheers from the center of the venue.
Feeling the coldness against his forehead, Mu Fan raised his lowered eyelids and calmly uttered just two words:
"Seeking...