"To be at death's door and still remain utterly oblivious... how pathetic," Xia Ruofei sneered disdainfully.
A vicious glint flashed across Grello Galini's face. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, "Huaxia brat, since you want it this way, go to hell!"
With that, Grello squeezed the trigger hard.
A second later, he froze. The pistol's trigger wouldn't budge an inch; instead, the stiff metal dug painfully into his finger.
Shocked and enraged, Grello jerked the trigger again and again. Yet, the mechanism felt as though it were welded to the frame. He strained with every ounce of his strength, but the trigger remained dead.
A mocking smirk touched Xia Ruofei's lips. "Don't stop. Keep up the performance."
In Xia Ruofei's eyes, Grello looked exactly like a clown. The man's comical, third-rate antics were so absurd that Xia Ruofei actually found it amusing.
"You... is this your doing?" Grello demanded, glaring daggers into Xia Ruofei's eyes.
