Xin's hands trembled.
The gun felt heavier than ever before.
His breathing was uneven.
His eyes remained fixed on the young man standing before him.
"You..."
"How could you be so strong...?"
"Who... who... who are you?"
Ghost looked at him calmly.
No pride.
No arrogance.
Nothing.
Just calm.
"Like you said."
"I am nobody."
Xin instinctively stepped backward.
The confidence from earlier had completely disappeared.
"Don't..."
"Don't get close."
"I will shoot you."
Ghost glanced at the gun.
Then at Xin.
Then in a movement so fast that nobody could react...
His hand flashed forward.
The gun vanished.
Xin blinked.
The weapon was already in Ghost's hand.
Before he could even understand what happened...
Ghost had removed the magazine.
Then the slide.
Then the remaining parts.
Metal pieces clattered across the floor.
The gun was reduced to scrap in seconds.
Xin's face turned pale.
He immediately raised both hands.
"I..."
"I surrender."
