Mr. Liang grabbed Zhu Xingxing's hair and violently tossed her to the side. Zhu Xingxing lost her balance and crashed to the ground, while he swiftly grabbed Zhou Ning's collar, aiming the muzzle of his gun at Zhou Ning's temple.
At this moment, Mr. Liang smiled, his nicotine-stained teeth showing as he turned his hand over. He stepped up one stair, enabling him to trap Zhou Ning's neck with his elbow. Bringing his mouth close to Zhou Ning's ear, he whispered secretively:
"You're wrong, I didn't want to negotiate. I just wanted to die with you before my death. After all, you've been scraping by for nineteen years. If it weren't for An Liwei muddying the waters then, you wouldn't have been rescued, and you wouldn't have come back nineteen years later with these people to investigate your father's case.