"Have one too, or you'll never get the chance again!"
Hua Xingye was somewhat perplexed by this remark. Who's the one without a chance here, this guy or me?
Hua Xingye was extremely frustrated. How come he showed no fear at all when he had a gun pointed at him?
"Fucking hell, the gun is in my hand, and your life is in my grasp!" Hua Xingye was truly enraged and pointed the gun directly at Li Feng's head.
"That's right, the gun is in your hand, my life is in your hand—isn't that fair?"
Li Feng gave a slight smile, then tilted his head so that Hua Xingye's gun was aimed at his forehead:
"Come on, do it right here. One bullet to solve all the problems, come on, fire!"
Li Feng's smile lingered on his lips, but Hua Xingye felt a strong sense of unease, staring at Li Feng's mocking grin, a killing intent appeared in his eyes:
"Hmph! You're seeking your own death, so I'll just have to oblige you!"
