Lan Shuang leaned against the back of the sofa, her hands casually placed on both sides, holding the pistol loosely, as if it would drop at any moment, but Jin Bin knew that this was all an illusion. The scene of this woman killing everyone with a gun was still vivid in his mind.
He didn't think she was a good person.
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his back, and he couldn't wipe it off. He could only endure the discomfort and ask, "What do you want to do?"
Lan Shuang sat elegantly with her legs crossed. Upon hearing this, she simply tilted her head and smiled at him: "Don't you know? I thought you had some idea."
Jin Bin: "I have a few..."
"Hmm?" Jin Bin was halfway through his curse words when several tall and strong bodyguards wearing sunglasses turned around and stared at him.
Jin Bin: “…”
He reluctantly swallowed the second half of the sentence and just stared at her with a bad look.
Lan Shuang gently tapped the side of her face with her fingernails and asked the bodyguard behind her, "Is the live broadcast on?"
"It's open, miss. Everyone is here."
One of the bodyguards came forward with a cell phone. Lan Shuang took a look at it and then pointed the camera at Jin Bin. "I think everyone is familiar with this person. Mr. Jin, would you like to say hello?"
Jin Bin's eyes suddenly widened: "Live broadcast? What live broadcast? What are you doing?"
He rushed over and tried to grab the phone, but Lan Shuang immediately raised her hand to make him miss. The bodyguards rushed forward and held Jin Bin down.
Jin Bin struggled hard, and Lan Shuang put the gun to his head and said coldly: "I'll say it again, don't move."
Jin Bin gritted his teeth: "You are sick, you must be sick!"
"Well, it's a disease, so you'd better stay away from me."
"The girls over there are all those you ruined back then. I finally gathered them all together just to see your miserable end today. Come on, smile for the camera."
Lan Shuang put the phone close to Jin Bin's face. Jin Bin's eyes were red. "Oh, I may be down and out, but how do you know I won't make a comeback? Now you want to laugh at me, aren't you afraid that I will gain power again and kill you?"
"Oh, I'm so scared."
Lan Shuang chuckled softly, her eyes were emotionless, as deep as the sea under the dark night.
"Then why don't you think about this? You're provoking me so much now, and if I slip and shoot you, you won't live to see the day of your comeback, and you'll probably be buried in the ashes."
She stood up and stretched out her hand, and a bodyguard immediately handed her a stack of A4 papers. Lan Shuang looked at Jin Bin deeply and began to read: "Wu Xue, 20 years old, a college student, was hanging out with friends at a KTV when you targeted her. You then took photos and threatened her. She was in a very bad mental state, unable to continue her studies, and even considered suicide. You paid to settle the matter and sent her to a mental hospital."
"Liu Niannian, 18 years old, was spotted by your people at a performance. Then, using the organizer's name, they tricked her into going, forced her to drink, drugged her, and committed indecent acts multiple times, leading to her unexpected pregnancy. Then..."
Lan Shuang paused, looked at her mother, who was holding up a black and white photo on her phone, and said in a deeper voice, "Unable to bear the burden, she jumped from the building. One body, two lives."
The mother's eyes suddenly became red and she burst into tears while holding the photo. The girls next to her immediately went up to comfort her.
Lan Shuang continued reading: "Zheng Mingying, 19 years old, dancer..."
"Lu Youyuan, 21 years old, art student..."
At first, Jin Bin's expression was calm and unconcerned. Even if he had done it, what difference would it make? He had no memory of many people. It turned out they were dead.
But the more he listened, the more frightened he became. Were there so many victims? He hadn't even written down a single A4 sheet of paper. Listening to the sound of Lan Shuang flipping the pages, cold sweat broke out on Jin Bin's temples.
Lan Shuang couldn't read any more and slapped Jin Bin in the face, saying sternly, "A beast like you deserves death a thousand or ten thousand times! Trash doesn't deserve to go to hell. I'm afraid you've soiled the paths of these girls!"
"Hehe, so what does this have to do with you? You have nothing better to do and want to avenge them?" Jin Bin was stubborn and stared at Lan Shuang with his neck stiff.
Lan Shuang loaded the bullet and fired at Jin Bin's thigh with an expressionless face under his gaze. The shot went right past the root of his thigh and almost pierced his vitals.
Jin Bin screamed and immediately clamped his legs together, his eyes almost popping out of his head in fear.
Some people in the barrage asked why not just hit the vitals directly.
Lan Shuang explained gently, "If you don't do it right, it can be fatal. Although it feels good, it's too easy for him to die like this. People like him deserve to suffer a lifetime of torture and die when their lifespan is up."
The barrage of comments instantly quieted down, expressing support.
Jin Bin knelt on the ground, sweating profusely and screaming in pain.
Lan Shuang immediately asked the bodyguard to take out the tape that had been prepared in advance and tape his mouth shut. Now the screams and howls stopped, and his ears instantly became much quieter.
Looking at Jin Bin, who was twisting and sobbing like a maggot, Lan Shuang handed the gun to the bodyguards and waved her hand to ask them to move away.
Lan Shuang stepped forward, grabbed the collar of Jin Bin's bathrobe, and lifted him up, whispering in his ear, "Do you think I'm avenging them? No, I'm avenging myself, and letting them vent their anger."
Jin Bin still didn't understand, but 888 knew that Lan Shuang was venting her anger for the original owner. The original owner should have been on the list of victims, but because of Lan Shuang's arrival in this life, the tragedy was prevented in time. Otherwise, the original owner's fate would not have been much better than those girls.
But the original owner had actually experienced a purgatory-like life in his previous life, and the resentment had been lingering in his heart, so he couldn't be reincarnated.
Lan Shuang felt very gloomy when she thought about it. She used the original owner's body and naturally inherited some of the original owner's emotions.
Thinking of those bad times, Lan Shuang suddenly let go of Jin Bin and then punched him hard in the face. Jin Bin tilted his head and wanted to vomit but couldn't.
This was just the beginning. Lan Shuang then grabbed his neck and pressed him to the ground, then punched him in the beer belly again.
"Ouch..." Jin Bin's face turned pale with pain. He jumped up like a shrimp and tried to curl up, but Lan Shuang didn't give him the chance. She punched him one after another with dense punches, which scared the bodyguards next to him.
Who says women are inferior to men? The girl in front of me fights more fiercely than them.
When Lan Shuang finally got tired of fighting, she stood up and brushed her hair, "Phew, throw this garbage in front of the police station."
bodyguard:"……"
They looked at each other, walked around Lan Shuang and dragged Jin Bin, who was already looking like a dead pig with his eyes rolled back, away.
At this time, the live broadcast room was filled with joy. The few girls who were still alive hugged their heads and cried, or could be said to be crying tears of joy. For so many years, they had been holding it in because they couldn't do anything about Jin Bin. They didn't expect that they would be able to see Jin Bin brought to justice in their lifetime. How could they not be happy?
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