C184 Strangers

The expression on Gong Guang's face was ice-cold. She raised her index finger and crooked it.

In an instant, the pistol was back in her hand. But there was a spoon in the center of the gun. It looked like he had just moved the pistol, then moved the spoon to the position of the pistol. The layman could also tell that he was no longer able to use the pistol.

Upon closer inspection