Moth's heart trembled as he watched the person in front of him vanish into thin air.
"I told you, a lot can be done in 0.01 seconds. Why don't you believe me?" Hua Qingyi pouted like a child, pointing a gun at Moth's head, "If you don't want to die, put down your weapons."
The cold barrel was aimed at his temple. Moth didn't doubt the man's words; the bullet would mercilessly pierce his skin and enter his brain. He might even smell his skin burning before he died. He didn't want to take the risk because he didn't want to go against himself, so he obediently dropped his gun and raised his hands.
Moth's residence was actually very small, just like his cold and ruthless style of dealing with things. Xiao Lin easily scanned the entire room, while Miao Shaoqing, who had emerged from the basement, shrugged at Xiao Lin, indicating he hadn't found anything of meaningful value. There was nothing here.
