The instant Nina had rammed her right shoulder into the man, she reached an arm past the man's belt quickly, and the pistol appeared in her hand.
Her movements had been smooth, fluid, and exceptionally quick and agile. Even though the gun had originally been in the man's holster, she had not even made the slightest mistake.
It was as if she had done this over 1,000 times.
Nina's actions alarmed all of Jonathan's subordinates in the room.
Everyone pointed their guns at Nina!
Unperturbed, Nina lifted her arm, which appeared weak, and pointed the gun at Jonathan's head.
She aimed the black muzzle at his temple.
"Take a guess. Will their bullets be faster… Or will mine be faster?" Nina's tone remained as calm as ever. In fact, it was relaxed even.
It was as if she genuinely wanted Jonathan to guess.
However, her casual words caused everyone in the room to hold their breaths.