The moment the gunfire stopped.
The hall fell silent as well.
Yang Jian sat on the sofa, calmly sweeping his gaze over the people in the club with an eerie indifference. Ye Jun's corpse lay beside him, foul-smelling corpse water flowing from its wounds and gradually spreading across the floor.
The corpse's head had been blown apart, and every special round in the pistol had been spent.
Less than ten seconds had passed from the moment he acted to the moment it ended.
Clean and decisive.
And utterly ruthless. He had not given Ye Jun any time to talk at all.
"Now then, does anyone still want to talk rules with me, seniors?"
Yang Jian said very seriously, "And let me add something. I've always wanted to be a good person, so I hope you seniors can give me the chance to be one. I can apologize for what happened just now, and I hope no one misunderstands me. After all, I'm not bad by nature. I just acted on impulse. I'm sure you can understand that, right?"
"Children aren't mature. How could they avoid making mistakes?"
"..."
You shot someone dead without even blinking, and you still said you wanted to be a good person?
There had to be a limit to the bullshit, didn't there? And you were even apologizing.
You killed the man first and apologized afterward. What kind of apology was that?
The others immediately frowned and fell silent.
This newcomer's methods were far too ruthless. He had attacked after barely saying a few words, firing without the slightest hesitation. Did he not know Ye Jun was also a Ghost Tamer?
When they shared the same status, he should have shown at least some restraint. Yet he was this arrogant.
Still, they could clearly tell that