Liu Zhizhong was really upset, this was indeed a problem!
How are there so many crime syndicates in Singapore? This is really not ethical.
Right now, Liu Zhizhong didn't make a move; he could only sit down and say, "Don't act recklessly! I know the bullets in your gun have more gunpowder than those here."
The other person coldly said, "Good that you know. We have our own grudges, you have nothing to do with this, so I advise you not to get involved, or I'll blow your head off."
Liu Zhizhong looked at the dark gun muzzle pointed at him, and indeed felt waves of fear in his heart.
He could only shake his head, "Alright, your business?"
"Mind your own business, don't ask!"
The other person held the gun aimed at Liu Zhizhong, then raised his coffee with his other hand, taking a sip.
Liu Zhizhong had to shut his mouth, sitting back, picking up the tap water to drink, while keeping an eye on the battle on the surveillance screen.
