Sha Ruijin was dumbfounded. His head was buzzing, as if hundreds of flies were buzzing around inside it. One moment he was still interrogating Qi Tongwei, and the next he had a Desert Eagle pointed at his head by a man in black. This plot twist was happening faster than his career promotions.
He instinctively wanted to reach into his pocket for his Zhongghua cigarettes, only to find he couldn't lift his arm. The Desert Eagle in the man's hand didn't waver at all, its pitch-black muzzle emitting a bone-chilling metallic sheen, as if it would spew lethal fire at any second.
"Who... who are you?" Sha Ruijin forced out, his voice as dry as sandpaper scraping against wood.
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