Chapter 395: Don’t Touch South Korea Even in Death (2)
It would be foolish for Xairo to draw the gun at his waist right now. Sitting down with his hands on the table, he was at a hundred times the disadvantage of his opponent, who was on his feet.
‘Kang Chan…!’
More importantly, the man coming at him was Kang Chan—an Asian powerful enough to make him feel more terrified than he could ever imagine.
If only Parthal could fight!
The fool probably didn’t have a single pistol with him since Xairo was with him. He was so used to having others back him up that he likely didn’t even see this coming.
Xairo locked eyes with Kang Chan as the latter approached from two tables away, striding without any hesitation despite not having drawn his pistol either.
He was slender and unusually tall for an Asian. Most terrifying of all was the way he looked at Xairo.
Xairo saw the corners of Kang Chan’s mouth curve up.
‘That’s it!’