Chapter 27 Meeting an Old Acquaintance in a Foreign Land

Fedor held his 98k, aimed at the window for a long time, but Gao Yang could see that Fedor's hands trembled incessantly, making it impossible to keep the barrel steady.

After a while, Fedor placed the rifle on the counter in front of him, sighed deeply, and said, "I'm ninety years old now, too old. My eyes can still see clearly, but my hands can't stay steady. This won't do, Malik. You'll have to do it yourself."

Malik looked distressed and said, "Sir, I have never fired a gun before. I am not a coward, but I am afraid I might not even be able to hit a person standing right in front of me."

With another deep sigh, Fedor said, "What a pity. I hope the sound of gunfire will scare those thugs away. It's such a shame. I've run this shop for over forty years, and you've worked here for me for twelve years, Malik. I had wanted to leave this shop to you, but now I only hope those thugs won't burn down our store."

"Mr. Brauchitsch, if you don't mind, may I use this rifle?"