"Who...who are you?"

Chen Junshan asked with difficulty, his voice hoarse and filled with resentment.

Qin Yang did not answer his question.

He simply looked at Chen Junshan quietly, a hint of pity in his eyes.

Looking into Qin Yang's eyes, Chen Junshan felt even more desperate.

He knew that he was probably doomed today.

"Oh……"

Chen Junshan suddenly laughed, a laugh that was desolate and sorrowful.

He slowly closed his eyes and gave up resisting.

"Just kill me!"

Chen Junshan's voice was calm yet filled with despair.

He had lost all hope of living.

His pride and self-esteem were shattered by Qin Yang at this moment.

His heart was filled with pain and regret.

He regretted his arrogance and his provocation of Qin Yang, this wicked star.

"Jiaojiao...I can't avenge you!"

Chen Junshan cried out silently in his heart.

He thought of the woman he loved and the sweet times they had shared.

But it's all over.

He never had the chance to avenge her.

Qin Yang looked at Chen Junshan, who had closed his eyes and was waiting to die, and felt no emotion whatsoever.

Just as Qin Yang was about to lift his foot to finish off Chen Junshan, an old and urgent voice suddenly rang out.

"Mr. Qin, please have mercy!"

Old Master Chen and Chen Tiannan stumbled over and stood in front of Chen Junshan.

He looked at Qin Yang with a pleading expression, his voice trembling: "Mr. Qin, I know my son has offended you and deserves to die! But... but no matter what, he is still my son! Please... please spare his life for the sake of my old face!"