"You don't believe I would kill you?" Charles's eyes emitted a chilling light, his white teeth clenched fiercely.
Ji Anning held her breath, her heart seemingly about to leap out with a 'thump thump'.
She stared with wide eyes, her face pale, daring not to make a sound, daring not to make any rash moves.
Having been acquainted with Charles for two years, she wouldn't say she knew him well, but at least she understood him about fifty percent. He was a man of strong opinions.
Moody as he was, one second he was the grace of a noble gentleman, the next he could be a demon brimming with menace.
Like a king of a dark hell, brooking no questioning or defiance.
Now, as he pointed a gun at Ji Chicheng, it certainly wasn't just to scare him; he was angry, he truly had murder in his heart.
However, in such situations, those who faced him often showed weakness, but their outcomes were not much better.
