The man opposite was stunned by his question, as if the man in front of him hadn't played by the rules at all. At this moment, he should be nervous, his legs shaking.

He subconsciously asked in English: "What did you say?"

Song Ling repeated in a cold tone, "Let me ask you, have you ever sat in this position?"

The arrogant man froze and sneered. With scarlet eyes, he immediately asked,

"Who do you think would let me sit there and be a target? I'm telling you, the one who can take the absolute initiative is the truly powerful one!"

Song Ling glanced at him, took off his suit jacket and threw it aside.

A faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "What a pity, what a pity. A truly strong person should dare to play any game and dare to try any role!"

The truly strong are not those who can enter heaven but not hell. After saying this, he turned and walked towards the middle chair. Then, he slowly sat down.

His attitude and words made the arrogant man extremely uncomfortable. He was just a piece of meat nailed to a board, why did he dare to be so arrogant?

After Song Ling sat down, several staff members immediately surrounded him and began to check his body to see if he was wearing a bulletproof vest or something.

After everything was ready, Song Ling sat on the chair with his arms spread out and his feet tied to the chair. He was completely unable to move, like a lamb to be slaughtered.

However, there was always a touch of emotion in his deep eyes.

At this moment, all that came to mind was Liu Zhiyuan's delicate face.

He was taken away after arriving in Los Angeles. He couldn't contact his family back home, nor did he know any news from back home. The image of that lovely, charming little face surfaced in his mind, and he couldn't stop thinking about her dependence and trust.

He took a deep breath and told himself that he could.

Liu Zhiyuan, this time you must show me your complete trust. Believe me, I can successfully exchange the confidential documents and rescue our son.

Believe me!

affim!

Five minutes later, all the lights on the top floor of the entire place went out.

"Pa pa..." After several consecutive sounds, the chandelier next to the venue lit up.

The stronger the smell of blood, the stronger it is.

The arrogant man was also fully armed. He wore an eye patch and held a gun in his hand. Looking into Song Ling's eyes, he was like a beast that had not seen blood for a long time, waiting for the moment when blood would spill out.

Just wait for a whistle and he'll shoot.

He was facing Song Ling. If he fired a random shot, Song Ling would be seriously injured. Anyone would be injured too.

That's why no one in the audience bet on the third option.

The whistle blew, and the whole audience was silent for a few seconds. Then the cheers broke out like a flash flood.

These guys are crazy!

In fact, Song Ling did not rely entirely on luck, he came prepared.

Before he arrived, he buried a high-tech micro-probe deep in his ear, which can penetrate the soft tissue of the human body and accurately detect the aiming position of the gun.

In China, there are IT experts who control computers, pay close attention to the muzzle position on the computer, and then report the muzzle aiming position and bullet firing position to Song Ling through a micro probe.

Song Ling can avoid some key positions based on the information provided there.

So, he had to force himself to calm down.

He had to calm down, put aside all distractions, and listen carefully to the voice in his ears.

When the voice in his ear reminded him that the gun was pointed at his left armpit, he began to take deep breaths and tighten his muscles.

The bullet whizzed out because he held his breath and tensed his muscles.

The shot hit him squarely in the left arm.

The bullet penetrated his left arm, and he could even hear the sound of his skin tearing apart. There was a piercing pain that instantly spread to his limbs.

His face turned pale, and the terrible pain quickly spread to his internal organs. His teeth chattered in pain, and blood dripped down his shirt to the ground, drop by drop.

Fortunately, he was wearing an ink-colored shirt today, and the blood on it was also absorbed by the ink. Otherwise, it would definitely be a shocking, piercing red.

His eyes were getting colder and colder, from his shirt to his trousers, from his icy eyes like thick ink.

He had the breath of death on him, a faint murderous aura, but with unquestionable dominance.

The audience below was silent, as if holding their breath, waiting for him to fall.

However, the bottom soon began to boil again.

Because those who bet on him to fall with one shot opened their eyes wide and exclaimed: "He's not dead! He's still alive!"

Song Ling's muscles tensed, his mouth curled up wildly. Although the wound hurt, it was nothing compared to death. After firing the gun, his conviction grew stronger.

He had to live, no matter what. He wanted to protect his son and defend his marriage.

The next second, the man who bet on two shots laughed wildly, as if he was addicted to drugs.

This exciting game stimulated people's nerves to the extreme, and the people who bet two shots began to cheer.

The atmosphere in the entire casino was extremely exciting.

The smell of blood became stronger.

The arrogant man couldn't see the toughness in Song Ling's eyes because he was wearing an eye patch. But through the cheers, he could tell that Song Ling was not dead.

His brows furrowed slightly. His marksmanship couldn't be that bad, could it? Even though he was blindfolded, his aim shouldn't be too far off, right? This bastard wasn't dead?

A bloody sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he was right not to die. Because he was going to kill him with two shots, the shot just now was not actually aimed at the heart.

So, this time, he had to aim for his heart based on his feelings...

Sioux City, China.

Suning Hospital.

Xu Zhou has been staring at the door since he got up in the morning, waiting for Liu Zhiyuan.

Waiting for the beautiful figure he has been waiting for to appear.

After hanging up the phone last night, he asked the servant to cook millet porridge and put it in the thermos bucket early in the morning. He also patiently asked the servant to make some exquisite snacks, which she would definitely like.

He was in a good mood early in the morning.

The doctors and nurses who came to check on him saw him chatting with everyone elegantly and happily.

Some nurses were captivated by his handsome face, and one or two were even bold enough to secretly add him on WeChat while he was changing his dressings. One brash nurse even slipped him a love letter containing a poem written just for him.

It's a pity that the fallen flowers are affectionate but the flowing water is indifferent.

He rejected all the young nurses' confessions and love letters one by one. His reasons for rejection were simple and direct.

He politely responded, "I'm sorry! You're a very beautiful girl, but I already have a girlfriend who will come to see me in the ward soon. My girlfriend is a lovely girl."

He didn't even read the love letter and returned it to the girl. His reason for rejecting the letter was also very gentlemanly. He said: "I already have a beloved girl in my heart, so a talented girl like you deserves a better man to love you."

It is really hard for people who don’t know him to imagine that this gentle and elegant man has a terrifying soul hidden in his bones.