Wen Yao raised his eyebrows coldly, and the next second, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against the boy's waist and abdomen.

"Bang."

He pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The intense pain made Xie Chen's face turn pale in an instant. He covered the wound on his waist and abdomen, and stood up straight stubbornly, refusing to admit defeat.

Wen Yao kicked him lazily.

A few messy strands of black hair fell in front of his forehead, covering his mature, cold eyebrows.

He looked down at the young boy with a green face.

"Next time, the gun won't be aimed here, but right here." The black muzzle of the gun slowly moved from Xie Chen's waist and abdomen to the boy's heart, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The hatred in Xie Chen's eyes almost solidified into substance.

"One day I will kill you."

"I'll wait."

Wen Yao elegantly took out a clean white handkerchief from his breast pocket and slowly wiped the warm muzzle of the gun. "But before that, I will definitely kill you first."

There has been a precedent.

Look.

I didn't kill this poisonous kid before, and now I'm in trouble.

At the very least—

It's a little tricky to handle.

Shang Ting didn't even look at them. He pushed open the door and walked to Banshu's window, gently testing the temperature of her forehead.

Still a bit high.

He murmured, "You are so afraid of pain, is it worth it?"

"elder sister!"

Jiang Jie rushed in in panic. He was in great fear. His lips, which were usually bright red and looked like they were about to bleed, had lost all their color and turned so pale that it made people tremble with fear.