Ji Mingqian's fingertips were hooked around a gun, which had just been swiped from Mark.
He glanced at Mo Su with a chilling slant to his gaze, the corners of his eyes solidified with frosty tips, "That was rather mild, there's worse, Would you like to see?"
Remembering the injuries on Jiang Yisheng's face, the coldness radiating from Ji Mingqian grew even more intense.
"You wouldn't dare?" the dark barrel of the gun pressed against Mo Chen's shoulder, thick with the threat of violence.
A bitter smile surfaced on Mo Chen's face; he had always thought that, no matter how heartless she was, she would spare him for the sake of their sibling relationship. He hadn't expected her to be more ruthless than he had imagined, indeed surpassing even their grandfather in severity.
Ji Mingqian sneered coldly, uninterested in wasting words with her.
Aiming in Mark's direction, he chambered a round and pulled the trigger.
