There was silence in the study. A somber mood was felt in the atmosphere.
Cackling, metallic sounds filled the air, amplified by the silence.
Si Yiyan was seated on the couch, his long and beautiful fingers appearing refined and domineering like jade.
He was holding onto his silver pistol, "The Killer"!
This pistol was slightly different from the normal ones because it had a longer barrel and the entire outer case was beautiful and sleek. It looked cold and sinister, yet resplendent and mysterious. It was murderous and insidious…
With a sullen expression on his face, Si Yiyan pressed his thin lips together tightly and he immediately exuded an overbearingly dominant and formidable aura.
He first ejected the magazine, after which the bullets fell straight onto the ground, producing loud and crisp noises.