"I hate being threatened the most. Everyone who has ever threatened me... eventually kneels on the ground, begging for mercy!" His thin lips parted and closed as his deep voice slowly rose, and a wave of anger showed on his handsome, icy face.
Soon, these people would regret ever using Su Xingyue to threaten him!
Because, they had completely… enraged him!
…
The chill in his voice even left Suzuki Zetsu, who had weathered many storms, somewhat astonished.
The ruthlessness and savvy in the eyes of this young man, about the same age as him, took him by surprise.
After Nan Yuling finished speaking, he reached out to Yi Feng by his side.
A black handgun was placed in his palm.
Seeing the object in his hand, the atmosphere on site suddenly tensed.
The people standing behind Suzuki Zetsu were also prepared to draw their guns, but before they could touch them, they heard a bang! A gunshot rang out…