"Third Master Song," Jun Mochan nodded slightly at Song Ze in greeting.
Instead of greeting back, Song Ze raised his gun towards Jun Mochan.
Ye Ranran's face turned pale, she attempted to interpose herself between them, but Jun Mochan had a firm grip on her shoulder, restricting her movement.
"I've always heard of Young Master Jun's unparalleled skills with the gun. Why not we put it to the test today?" Song Ze's words were not just an inquiry, but a provocation.
"How would you like to compete?" Jun Mochan was not backing down.
Though Song Ze had seemingly been outmatched, he did not exert his full strength. He wasn't sure of the man's intentions but knew he wasn't easy to deal with.
"How do we compete..." Song Ze drew out his words.
Before Jun Mochan had the chance to respond, he pulled the trigger.
Ye Ranran stared wide-eyed, unable to take her eyes off the bullet.
Jun Mochan turned her aside, avoiding her gaze, as Ranran turned her head in fear.