554: Miya Ford Extra Story 15 (Seventh Update)

"Miss, you are mistaken," Coco then shifted his gaze to the elegantly dressed lady, "I am not the chosen one. You are."

The moment their eyes met, Pusuan's body seemed to freeze. There was a magnetic field around him that involuntarily induced a sense of entrapment and tension.

She liked this feeling, the oppressive, blood-boiling sensation. Thus, she extended her hand, palm down, "Pleasure to cooperate."

In Muland Woods, kissing the back of a hand was a sign of respect for women and a ritual to cement a friendly cooperation.

Coco then turned the gun in his hand, letting the muzzle touch the back of the lady's hand briefly before moving it away.

At that moment, his phone rang.

Coco put down the gun, took off his shooting gloves, left the person behind, and turned around to answer the call.

The honored guest left at the Shooting Range looked displeased, "What does he mean by that?"

Chadwick didn't speak, choosing to keep his mouth shut.