If he loves me, he'll live well

"Liao Dongxing, what are you doing?" Qin Mu chased after him, his face pale.

In the darkness, the sound of bullets being loaded echoed. Liao Dongxing glared at Qin Mu and then at the others who wanted to rush up. He tore open Wen Ran's jacket, revealing the timed bomb tied around her waist, and shouted at the approaching Qin Mu: "Don't come any closer!"

Qin Mu stopped in his tracks.

His eyes locked on the bomb tied around Wen Ran's waist. His brain was momentarily blank, completely failing to think rationally.

"You dared to call the police. Qin Mu, Mo Xiuchen, you forced me to do this. If we have to die, let's die together now."

Liao Dongxing had gone mad!

Qin Mu's handsome face turned from white to pale, and from pale to white. His hand quickly reached for his waist. The next second, the muzzle of his gun aimed at Liao Dongxing: "Let her go, or I'll blow your head off."

His voice was more brutal than ever, emanating a bloodthirsty aura.