章 929: The Most Handsome Jiu

A sharp swoosh could be heard. It was the blade in Qin Mo's hand.

The blade had to slide through his fingers when it flew out because otherwise, there wouldn't be enough force.

The blade penetrated the wrist of the underling holding the gun!

"Ah!" His screech pierced through the air.

The two others holding the gun held onto their right hand. Just as they were about to hold their guns, the barrel of Qin Mo's gun had positioned itself onto the tattooed man. He stood there tall and upright, a gun in his left hand. His right hand was limp and dripping with blood, but that didn't affect the elegance radiating from within. "Do you want your boss to die?"

As they were just underlings, the moment they saw someone direct a gun at their boss, they froze.