362 In Exchange

Qing Zihao's mind went blank for a few seconds. His hard glare was not doing anything to Christina's face. It was like she was in a state of peace instead. Was she looking forward to dying? his thoughts asked.

He had pointed a gun to multiple people already. But this one did not even budge. Her eyes were empty and he could swear that there was a small smile on her lips.

Was she taunting him?

He touched the barrel to her temple and she closed her eyes. Her breathing was fine.

"You're okay with dying?" he asked.

"I don't mind dying, Zihao," she said so softly that it sounded like a whisper. "Not at all."

Right, with everything that she told him tonight. Her death would be something that was already in the near future. One way or the other, the people of the Red Hand would find her and kill her. Somehow…

"Why should I let you live?"

"Because I didn't do anything to you. Not even to your grandfather."