The middle-aged man's movements were very slight, and he wasn't in a hurry, inching closer to the handgun in Zhuo Yating's hand bit by bit.
Meanwhile, Zhuo Yating's thoughts were all on Chen Feng, and she did not notice this at all.
Although the middle-aged man moved very slowly, and only a little bit at a time,
there wasn't much distance between him and Zhuo Yating to begin with, as they were very close to each other.
So, after a short while, the middle-aged man managed to move next to Zhuo Yating without her noticing.
At that moment, with just a reach of his hand, he could take her by surprise and snatch the handgun away.
But Zhuo Yating still didn't perceive it.
Her brain was, one could say, filled to the brim with thoughts of Chen Feng.
She was pondering how to make Chen Feng suffer a setback in her hands.
If she forced the issue, she was no match for Chen Feng; it was utterly futile.
Once they began to fight, the one at a loss wouldn't be Chen Feng but herself.
