"What did you say?" A hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.
The corners of Mao Akai's lips curved upward. She had seen it: the moment she spoke those words, the muscles of Kiichirou Numabuchi, which had been tense the entire time, relaxed for a split second.
She walked over and squatted on the ground. The hand holding the gun hung right in front of Kiichirou Numabuchi's eyes. If Kiichirou Numabuchi were to suddenly rise up and counterattack, there was a high probability he could snatch the gun right out of Mao Akai's hand.
Chapter 237