C74 You Are Thinking too Much!

A man dressed in black, his expression stone-cold, silently positioned himself behind Wang Ziwen. With a swift motion, he hoisted a lengthy black fishing bag.

The bag was shaped like a rifle barrel and pressed firmly against the back of Ziwen's head.

"Don't try anything rash, my friend behind me. The gun could go off..." Ziwen's voice trembled, his face ashen. He raised his hands