Chapter 1449 A small kerfuffle

Chapter 1449 A small kerfuffle

"Ning? NING!!" Tony shouted over the rowdy noise of the bar, trying to catch Ning's attention.

"What?" Ning asked, looking a little unfocused. "Sorry, did you say something?"

"Yes," Tony said. "What's up? If you are still tired, we can go back to the hotel."

"Oh, no. I was just paying attention elsewhere. Something dangerous had come up and I had to be ready to act at once if I was needed to," he said.

"What? What danger?" Tony asked.

"Nothing you should concern yourself with. It's all fine," Ning said, glad that the two youngsters had run away safely on their own. He hadn't expected Tim to do what he had done, but maybe he had been underestimating the man. Th.ê most uptodate novels are published on n(0)velbj)n(.)co/m

He was the same person who got himself onboard a treasure-hunting ship after all.

"I was asking, why did we come to this place in the first place," Tony said. "There has to be a reason. Surely you didn't bring us here for no reason."

"Yes, I brought you all here for no reason," Ning said with a smile. "Well, no reason would be a lie. I brought the other two here so they could experience the city. You could have stayed on the submarine if you wanted to."

"I wonder if I should have," Tony said with a small sigh as he took a swig of the expensive liquor in front of him.

"So you have absolutely no plan for the next 2 days?" Tony asked.

"Nope, none," Ning said. "But I expect something to pop up to help me from my boredom. It always does."

"Is that so?" Tony asked.

An older woman with a large body walked by their table with a plate full of empty glasses. "Do you young lads need a refill?" she asked.

"No, thank you," Tony said.

"I did," Ning said, taking another sip from his glass. "There are other tables to sit in the bar. You can go there."

"This is where we sit," the man said, pulling out his pistol, and pointing it toward Ning. "You have two seconds."

"Go ahead, shoot me," Ning said.

"Alright, die." The man pulled the trigger, only for the trigger to not work. He tried forcing it, but the trigger wouldn't budge at all. As he tried to figure out what was happening, he felt the gun wrestle in his hands.

He tried to keep a hold of it but found it hard to keep holding it. The gun slowly turned in his hand.

"What's happening? What are you doing?" the man cried while trying to keep the gun from pointing toward him.

He did his best, but the gun still slowly turned. "Is this you? Bastard, are you doing this to me?" the man asked while using both hands to keep the gun from turning.

"Someone, kill him already," he shouted, and the men beside him came out of their stunned expression and pointed their guns toward Ning.

Tony lowered his head to dodge, but Ning did nothing. The guns simply crunched on their own, the metal shrinking like dried fruit.

Everyone immediately moved backward, and the single gun that was still fine snapped straight toward the man who held it. He stood up and moved backward as well.

"Man, don't—"

The gunshot.

Blood sprayed everywhere at once as the man fell to the ground. Tony's eyes widened in shock and horror as he couldn't believe Ning just shot a man in the head.

The man cried out in pain. 'He's not dead?' Tony thought.

Ning looked at the man on the ground with a large gash on his forehead where the bullet had torn off his metal ring.

"You still wanna fight? Or will you move somewhere else?"