"Eight..."
"Seven..."
With each number that Zhang Zhongkai counted down being more severe than the last, Iron Hand's grasp around Zhan Se's hand tightened. In his silent and solemn moment, Zhan Se, who deeply understood Zhang Zhongkai's character, suddenly turned to shield him with her body, pulling his arm, reversed her hand to hold the gun against her own temple, looking at Zhang Zhongkai.
"Brother, I told you, I hate being threatened the most. Let her go."
Her voice was sharp and serious, and Zhang Zhongkai was stunned for a second before he suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Se Se, are you really willing to die for someone else?"
"Why wouldn't I be willing? I'm not like you!" Zhan Se's gaze was icy as she mimicked Zhang Zhongkai's threatening tactics, her voice growing more ruthless with every word, "I will only count to three. If you don't release her, I will pull the trigger."
Iron Hand's expression was stiff, and he didn't speak.
