The Almighty One

Jiang Tong was still pointing her gun at Mao Songping, and she smiled. No one dared to move. Not only was Jiang Tong proficient in marksmanship, but she also seemed to have eyes on the back of her head.

“100 million, I’ll give you 100 million! No, I’ll add another 100 million!” Mao Songping raised the price again. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his voice was a lot hoarse, “Don’t kill me. I’ll add another 100 million no matter how much the other party pays you!” He was truly afraid. The more he thought about it, the more afraid he was. His speculation about Jiang Tong’s identity as a killer made him extremely afraid. He even imagined that Jiang Tong would shoot him and then leave. None of his bodyguards dared to stop Jiang Tong.

It was worth mentioning that the reason why Jiang Tong dared to shoot in Jingdu was that this was a bar. Unlike ordinary office buildings, bars were soundproof during renovation. Seven-Degree Bar was one of the top bars in Jingdu, and the sound insulation was done perfectly during the renovation. Therefore, even if Jiang Tong shot in the room, even if the sound was heard from the outside, it could only be heard as a bang, and not a gunshot.

The office in the bar was dead silent.

Jiang Tong finally spoke. She smiled and said lightly, “I hate it when people swear at me.”

“I’m sorry, I am an ignorant man. I’m sorry.” Mao Songping immediately apologized. A wise man knew when to retreat. He was also a man who knew when to yield. He had to save his life first before he could resist and have a chance to take revenge!

Jiang Tong still held the gun and looked at Mao Songping. She stopped talking again.

“You’re the almighty one. I’m a vulgar man that naturally swears when I speak. I’ll control my mouth. I’ll control it properly. Almighty one, please don’t mind me, okay?” As Mao Songping spoke, he raised his hand and slapped himself on the cheek. Then he grinned at Jiang Tong. He was thin and small, and when he grinned, he looked extremely wretched.

Jiang Tong finally put down her gun. She was not here to kill anyone. She sat down and smiled at Mao Songping. She asked, “Let’s have a private talk?”

“Um…” Mao Songping hesitated for a moment, then immediately agreed, “Alright, okay. You guys can leave first.” He hesitated because he was afraid. He was worried that Jiang Tong would shoot him if the bodyguards went out. But on second thought, if Jiang Tong wanted to kill him, she could have done so directly. It didn’t make a difference whether the bodyguards were there or not. Besides, there was another benefit to letting the bodyguards go out. His confidants would inform the others, and his men could also go and get the guns.

Mao Songping asked the others to leave first, and the others quickly left. They didn’t want to stay in the office for another minute. they were afraid that Jiang Tong would start a massacre. If they rushed forward to protect Mao Songping, they would be sending themselves to their deaths. If they didn’t rush forward, they would be disloyal. They were in a dilemma. So, it was best to leave now. Everyone left, including Mao Songping’s woman who had heavy makeup, Sun Jiajia.

Soon, only Jiang Tong and Mao Songping were left in the office. The office door was closed.

“Have a seat, Boss Mao,” Jiang Tong smiled and gestured.

“Oh, alright.” Mao Songping regained his composure and a fake smile appeared on his face. He looked like he was welcoming an important guest with a smile on his face. However, when he sat down, he subconsciously glanced at the pistol in Jiang Tong’s hand.

After Mao Songping sat down, Jiang Tong placed the gun on the table and pointed it at Mao Songping. Pa! Mao Songping caught the pistol and pressed it against the table. He was dumbfounded. What did that mean? In fact, Mao Songping didn’t remember how many bullets he had in the pistol. He hadn’t used it for a long time. However, Jiang Tong had fired seven shots in a row, and the pistol was still not empty. The sleeve had not been displaced, which meant that the pistol still had bullets in it!

Mao Songping did not understand why Jiang Tong had given him the pistol.

“There’s still one bullet in the gun,” Jiang Tong said to Mao Songping with a smile. “Keep it. It won’t be good if you accidentally hurt someone.”

Mao Songping was stunned again. He didn’t even know how many bullets there were in the gun, but Jiang Tong had said the number of bullets in the gun without checking the magazine! Was that true? Was that even possible? Mao Songping didn’t know that Jiang Tong could determine the number of bullets in the pistol just by its weight.