"I, Shi i, only differentiate between wanting and not wanting when doing things. When have I ever needed a reason?" Shi i elegantly withdrew the gun pressed against his head. Using his finger, he gently caressed the gun barrel. His lips held a thin smile, tinged with mockery and amusent, his eyes like a vast ocean, deep to the point of being unfathomable.
Qian Hao warily watched the gun in his hand, fearing it might again be aid at his head. With firearms, a slight mishap could lead to an accidental discharge, and his life would be forfeit.
Qian Hao took a deep breath and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Let’s... let’s talk this over. After all, I’ve had business dealings with your Shi Family before. Though it was a minor project, it was still a collaboration, wasn’t it?"
Shi i glanced at him indifferently. The gun made a perfect spin in his hand before settling again, aid steadily. He lowered his head and blew a breath across the gun barrel.
He quickly pressed the gun back to Qian Hao’s head. The cold muzzle touching Qian Hao again made him break out in a cold sweat. "No, don’t shoot, don’t..."
The term "the wealthy fear death" aptly described Qian Hao. In recent years, his business had grown bigger, but his courage had shrunk, fearing death above all else.
"Do you want to shoot here," Shi i moved the gun to his chest, "or here?"
Qian Hao began to plead, "No... no, don’t kill , please... I’ll give you whatever you want, money, money, I’ll even give you all my money if that’s what you want..."
"Or here?" Shi i raised his sword eyebrows without emotion, moving the gun to his abdon. His deep eyes exuded a dangerous aura as if capable of claiming lives.
"No..." Qian Hao shook his head violently, "Master Shi, I was wrong. Although I don’t know how I offended you, I am willing to apologize. Please have rcy and spare my life..."
"Since you can’t make a choice, let decide for you." Shi i slowly curled his lips into a smile that was both bloodthirsty and callous.
"No, please, don’t kill ..."
Qian Hao began to struggle, but restrained by two black-clad assassins, he couldn’t move an inch.
Watching helplessly as Shi i aid the gun at his kneecap, Qian Hao’s eyes grew frantic, shaking his head desperately, "No, no, don’t shoot..."
Bam!
Unfortunately, Shi i showed no rcy, pulling the trigger.
"Ah!"
"Ah..."
Qian Hao’s leg was shot, and he scread in unbearable pain.
Blood stread from his wound, quickly filling the spacious carriage with a pungent scent of blood.
"Drag him out."
Shi i frowned, signaling his n to drag Qian Hao away.
"Yes, Master!"
After Qian Hao was dragged out by the two assassins, Shi i also stepped down from the car. His severe germophobia couldn’t tolerate anything of his being dirtied, so he signaled for his n to handle the car.
At this ti, Shi Keke was surrounded by a dozen burly n outside the courtroom. Ard with steel rods and looking fierce, they seed ready to act ruthlessly.
"Brothers, get her! Brother Hao said, whoever cripples this woman will get a reward of one hundred thousand yuan!!"
As soon as the leader spoke, the n rushed towards Shi Keke, seemingly energized and eager to earn the reward.
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