Wang Zhong: "I said it before, I will not duel with a despicable, shameless bastard. No, you lack that qualification. You can only face judgment."
The Emperor glared at Wang Zhong angrily: "You..."
Wang Zhong dismounted his horse, opened the holster gifted to him by Yegorov, and drew out the pistol within.
He didn't notice Vasily climbing up onto the tank and whispering a few words to Podoliskov.
In the next moment, the loudspeaker aboard Revenge for the Heroic Brother began playing The Holy War.
Wang Zhong halted his strides toward the Emperor, turned back, and said: "Enough! Vasily, the music fitting for this moment has yet to be composed."
Vasily: "Huh? This one doesn't work?"
Wang Zhong: "No, this song depicts a great nation's uprising. But me? Right now, I seek personal revenge."
Vasily hurriedly gestured to stop, and the music abruptly ceased.
Wang Zhong, holding the gun, removed the magazine and extracted the first bullet.
