chapter 929 Yan Ying Cry’s torture method

"Too late, you've already exposed yourself. As a delivery boy, your clothes shouldn't be this clean, and you wouldn't leave a pen in your car." Han said as he pulled the delivery boy's hand out of the toolbox, revealing a dark handgun in his grasp, a silencer attached to the muzzle. "How about it? Nothing to say now, is it?" He blocked the acupoint on the delivery boy's chest and dragged him back into the yard. Han examined the black handgun, rotating it in his palm a few times, and the gun instantly...