Old Mi tensed up at the sight of the dark muzzle pointed at him. He slowly raised both hands, showing he was no threat, and stammered, "Wait, the item isn't on me! It's useless even if you kill me..."
Ren Xiaotian acted as if he hadn't heard him. "I'll count to three," he said. "If you don't bring it out, I'll kill you. One..."
"Whoa, whoa, don't shoot! I told you, the item isn't on me..." Old Mi sounded deeply wronged.
"Two..."
"I'm telling you, it's really not on me..."
"Three!"
"Stop, stop, stop! I'll get it! I'll get it!"
As Ren Xiaotian reached three, his finger already preparing to pull the trigger, Old Mi saw he was serious and cried out.
Ren Xiaotian's finger froze on the trigger. He stared at the man. "The item!"
Old Mi said, "It's not on me! Wait, wait, it's over there... I'll have them bring it over..."
