บท 1737: Strangers

Wright looked at Chen Qing's wary expression and waved at his subordinate. He said nonchalantly, "He has a gun, but there's no more bullets in it. When he ran out just now, he had already emptied it."

He was not a fool. How could he fight Chen Qing one-on-one when he still had bullets?

When the guards heard Wright's words, they were relieved.

Chen Qing stood in front of the wall, his eyes growing colder and colder. He had long memorized the topographic map of Mark's entire manor. He had never expected to run here just now and be blocked!

He looked at Wright, who was getting closer and closer. He could clearly see the madness and ridicule in his eyes.

"Chen Qing, you're so capable. Why don't we give this gun a try!" Wright looked at Chen Qing arrogantly and fired a shot at him.

The bullet pierced through the air and flew towards Chen Qing.