Li Shang's back tensed instantly, his knuckles silently clenching under the table.
Before he could speak, Chang Erbing already slammed the table with a bang and stood up:
"Captain Feng, what kind of bullshit is this you're pulling?"
Feng Ju didn't even lift his eyelids, he just cast a gaze as if looking at something dead over Chang Erbing, finally fixing on Li Shang's face, saying with a smile that didn't reach his eyes:
"Captain Li, tell the brothers next door to relax a bit, the walls are thin, and I find their heavy breathing quite annoying."
As he spoke, he casually reached out, picked up his chopsticks, and picked up a piece of oily stir-fried meat, bringing it to his mouth.
At the moment he lifted his chopsticks, Li Shang's right hand had stealthily slid under the table, his palm pressing against the cold metal.
The gun barrel, through the table, was precisely aimed at Feng Ju's chest, ready to pull the trigger the moment he made any sudden move.
