C169 A Gunshot

Creak.

The door to the room was pushed open with a light sound. In this quiet night, it was extremely eye-catching.

Song Shaolun, who was mixed in the crowd, had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead. His fingers, which were attached to the safety of the gun, trembled slightly. His tall body suddenly straightened. He exhaled a mouthful of hot air and his eyes shined as he stared at the door