Xiao Ye had learned some fighting skills, not very powerful, but more than enough to deal with Arang. Thinking of this, Xiao Ye was full of confidence, he raised his fist and attacked Arang!
Valan did not dodge.
Xiao Ye thought his sneak attack was going to succeed, but he saw Arang suddenly pull out something from behind his waist.
Xiao Ye's fist collided head-on with the thing.
His fist pressed against something cold, and the hairs on Xiao Ye's back stood up. He stopped and stared at the weapon in Arang's hand in doubt.
Ajan actually had a gun in his hand!
A small black pistol that exudes a cool aura!
Xiao Ye had lived for over thirty years, and this was his first encounter with a real gun. People have a natural fear of firearms, so Xiao Ye didn't dare to move.
He stared at the gun, all sorts of thoughts running through his mind.
Is this a real gun or a fake one?
If it was a real gun, where did Valan get it from?
As if he could read Xiao Ye's mind, Arang saw through his inner thoughts at a glance. "I'm curious, is this a real gun or a fake one?"
Valan's right hand holding the gun suddenly turned in the direction and pulled the trigger towards a tree on the right.
Bang!
The sound was deafening, far louder than the shotgun noise they had just played with!
Xiao Ye stared at the tree trunk that was almost pierced through by the bullet, and his rosy face turned paler and paler.
Retracting the pistol, Valan blew at the smoking muzzle, "It's a real gun!" He said mischievously, and laughed, with cute dimples showing on his face again.
Xiao Ye looked at Arjan with a stiff expression, feeling a chill in his heart. "You..." Xiao Ye's hands were sweating. He stared at the dark little pistol and asked Arjan, "Are you going to kill me?"
"No, no, no!" Valan shook the gun in his hand. "I am a good man. I swore that I would never kill innocent people again."
Xiao Ye was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Arang raise the gun and put it against his temple.
Xiao Ye's whole body stiffened and his breathing became heavy.
"Xiao Ye, if you behave yourself, I won't hurt you." Arrang held the gun and circled around Xiao Ye.
Xiao Ye squeezed out a few syllables from his throat: "What do you want me to do?"
Arjan walked around to stand in front of Xiao Ye, he lowered his head and blew a breath on Xiao Ye's eyelashes. Xiao Ye did not move, afraid that if he moved, he would anger Arjan.
Arjan found it boring. He made a direct request, "I want you to write a letter of repentance and post it online, confessing how you and Lu Qingqing betrayed Nan Yanyan six years ago. I want you to apologize to Nan Yanyan in front of everyone."
Xiao Ye moved his lips, wanting to bargain.
But Valgen didn't give him any chance.
"Don't try to bargain with me. I hate people bargaining with me the most. I'll give you two choices. One, publicly apologize to Nan Yanyan. Two..." Arang paused.
He held the muzzle of the gun against Xiao Ye's temple and smiled softly, then rang out his voice: "I will ruin your reputation."
"Who do you think you are? You are Han Zhan's younger brother. Do you think you can really cover the sky with one hand?" Xiao Ye was irritated to death by Arang's arrogant look as if he was God.
"If you have the guts, just shoot me! In this country, killing someone with a gun is a serious crime! Do you think you can get away with it by killing me?" Xiao Ye finally regained his confidence.
No matter how powerful Valanciunas's background is, he has to plead guilty if he kills someone.
No matter how powerful you are, can you still be above the law?
Argen found it funny. "Of course I can't cover the sky with one hand, and I didn't say I wanted to kill you."
Valan withdrew the pistol, slipped the pistol guard onto his index finger, and spun it in circles, saying, "Three years ago, there was a car accident on Wangjiangshan Road. A junior high school student was killed on his way home from night study. The driver fled the scene."
"The Wangjiangshan section of road had just opened at the time, and the surveillance equipment was incomplete, so we didn't capture the driver's license plate number or face..."
Xiao Ye listened in a daze as Arang accurately described the car accident that happened that night. He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and all his bones were frozen.
"You..." Xiao Ye sat on the ground in sorrow. He looked up at Arjan's tall and straight figure and couldn't help asking, "How did you know?"
Arang squatted down, admiring Xiao Ye's distraught expression. "That's what our Special Logistics Department does. Master Xiao, tell me, if this news gets out, will it ruin your reputation?"
Not only will his reputation be ruined, he will also go to jail!
"Mr. Xiao, if you want to apologize, please do it quickly. I'm a person who thinks things the way they are and I might change my mind later."
After saying that, Valan picked up the counter and hunting rifle on the ground, humming a song and walked away. "Little boy, carrying that schoolbag to school, not afraid of the sun, nor the wind and rain..."
Arjan walked away, but the song was still lingering in Xiao Ye's ears.
Xiao Ye sat on the ground, his expression changing constantly. Finally, he stood up by holding the tree behind him, brushed the dust off his butt, and then walked down the mountain along the trail.
At the foot of the mountain, the train was still waiting for him.
Valang became impatient and simply dozed off in the car.
Xiao Ye silently boarded the train and chose a seat farthest from Valan. It wasn't until the train stopped downstairs at the club that Valan took off his hat, stood up, and prepared to get off.
At this time, Xiao Ye also stood up. He walked behind Arang and said in a voice that no one else could hear: "I will apologize."
Arang raised the corner of his lips slightly, reminding him, "Be sincere."
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