Chapter 262: The Huge Iron Bed
"What supporter you're talking about, I don't understand," Zhu Haiyang said, baffled.
Wen Wen sat at the top of the stairs, smiling at Zhu Haiyang. The more Wen Wen watched, the more Zhu Haiyang panicked, until his expression could no longer hold.
He hurriedly reached towards his lower back, where a pistol was holstered. As a well-trained supporter, he was confident in taking down this ordinary supporter.
But as he felt behind his back, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead. His gun was gone, and in the holster was only a physiotherapy device of similar weight.
Uh... this was swapped by Wen Wen while he was dizzy in the ward.
Wen Wen toyed with a black pistol, looking at Zhu Haiyang with amusement and said, "You're too careless. From the moment you noticed something off about me, you should have ensured your weapon was secure."