"Anyway, just put the gun down first. We can talk things over slowly."
"After all, Zhang Beixing just went through a battle not long ago. Right now, he might not have even recovered. It wouldn't be good if he started showing symptoms of post-combat stress."
"Besides, you don't want to die, do you?"
Zhou Zhenghua spoke persuasively, then shifted to a direct warning.
Hearing his words, Baal also remembered the terrifying strength Zhang Beixing had displayed during the live broadcast. After some thought, he wisely put his gun down. However, he didn't relax, keeping his hand on his gun and watching Zhang Beixing with eyes full of caution.
Zhang Beixing noticed his subtle movements but couldn't be bothered to react. After all, if I truly wanted to act, at this distance, I could kill him in half a second, even if Chief Baal was on guard.
"Zhang Beixing, are you... okay?"
