"Is there a gun?"

Mu Chudi asked softly.

The sound was cold with ice and snow, and the air around it instantly condensed into ice slag.

Heimu was stunned. He didn't expect Mu Chudi to make such a request.

Chinan took the lead in responding, and his eyes were always ahead, driving the car carefully.

"There's a box deep in the drawer, and there's a box inside."

Since the paralysis, Chinan has never been without guns.

Without guns, he feels insecure.

"Give it to her."

The purpose of Mu Chudi seems to have been anticipated in Chinan's seclusion, and there is a trace of heartache in his heart.

Once his...