Ye Tian looked at the blue eyes of the man in the rearview mirror and feigned anger as he spoke. Chu Tianying, who was driving next to him, knew his old team leader's temper and didn't bother to interfere. As long as no harm was done, it was fine. These people were from another mercenary organization; they were merely business partners with no camaraderie involved. If things really went south, he'd definitely stand by Ye Tian's side. But then again, if Ye Tian was in trouble, there wouldn't be anyone else capable of being a mercenary in this world.
"Your pistol not only has no bullets, but it's also a faulty gun. You didn't know that, did you? Hand it over, let your big brother check it for you." Ye Tian reached out his hand.
The white soldier in the middle ignored Ye Tian, muttering something under his breath before stuffing the gun back into its holster.
"What did he say?"
Ye Tian glanced at Chu Tianying.
