Qin Shuli appeared across from him once again. "Take your hand out of that drawer. You should understand by now that a pistol won't hit me."
Enrique’s expression shifted constantly. He struggled internally, weighing whether to make a desperate move. In the next instant, Qin Shuli was beside him, reaching into the drawer to retrieve the pistol.
"A Browning 1910. It’s a fine piece, indeed, but it all depends on whose hands it’s in."
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