The room was wide open, with only two chairs in the middle, and across from them, a huge turntable.
There was a man pinned on the turntable.
Jun Mochan brought Ye Ranran and sat down in the chairs.
"How would you like to die?" Jun Mochan reached back and One immediately passed him a gun.
Recalling Jun Mochan's shooting skills in the morning, Ye Ranran couldn't help but take another look at him.
The man didn't answer.
Jun Mochan triggered the gun, and the bullet sank into the man's thigh.
The man didn't so much as groan.
"Quite resilient, aren't you?" Jun Mochan was fiddling with his gun.
"If I've fallen into your hands, it's just my bad luck, do whatever you please," the man gritted his teeth and spat.
Coming into this line of work, he had long been prepared to stake his life.
"Kill you? That would be letting you off the hook too easily," Ye Ranran suddenly said.
She looked at Jun Mochan with a sweet smile, "Husband, do you have a knife?"