The glossy black handgun appeared before his eyes, and Zou Liyu recognized it as his own, yet inexplicably it had wound up in the hands of Zhao Yang!
Zou Liyu's body was drenched in sweat, this big shot who once called the shots in Yong'an county was actually at a loss!
"Do you want to kill me?" Zhao Yang asked coldly.
Zou Liyu clamped his mouth shut and didn't speak, biting his cheek, his eyes fixedly staring at Zhao Yang.
"If you want to kill me, then just speak up. Here, take it." As he spoke, Zhao Yang handed the gun to Zou Liyu.
Staring at the gun being handed to him, Zou Liyu suddenly found himself unsure of what to do.
"What do you mean?" Zou Liyu didn't take the gun, instead, he asked.
"I'm giving you a chance. If you want to shoot me dead, this is your only chance," Zhao Yang said indifferently.
At this, Zou Liyu didn't care about anything else and immediately tried to grab the gun from Zhao Yang's hand, but to his surprise, he actually managed to snatch it!