Zhou Mingzhu held a self-made bamboo gun between her fingertips. The spring she had twisted into a spiral glinted coldly, and the rubber band was pulled taut.
She caught a glimpse of Xu Yuanshan’s hawk-like eyes fixed intently upon her. His gaze was that of a jackal that had caught the scent of blood, waiting for its prey to reveal a flaw.
"Watch closely." She turned suddenly, aiming the muzzle at the mottled concrete wall to her right.
Chapter 108