What?
Upon hearing White Mitchell's words, Bing's face instantly filled with a look of disgust, and he immediately wanted to get his men to restrain White Mitchell.
However, before he could even issue the command, White Mitchell stepped forward and was instantly in front of him.
Hisss...
Seeing White Mitchell, who appeared like a ghost in front of him, Bing couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, an eerie feeling surging in his heart.
But having been in the underworld for all these years, Bing wasn't all talk. He quickly composed himself, his right hand swiftly reaching for his waist.
A gleaming silver Desert Eagle pistol was about to be in his hands.
Yet at the moment, White Mitchell was even quicker, taking the Desert Eagle from Bing's hand before he could get a hold of it.
"A gun isn't supposed to be played with like that," White Mitchell's indifferent voice once again reached Bing's ears.
This time, Bing was utterly stunned.