Seeing the red mark on Ling Tianya's forehead, Ruan Zeyan's eyes turned murderous. His thin lips pursed tightly and his eyes threw daggers at Mark. Yet his arms slowly raised to point the gun in his hands at his own temple.
"If you let my wife go, I'll die immediately." The man's voice was low and unwavering.
"Do you think I'm an idiot? Your wife is my hostage, how can I let her go now?" Mark's arm was tight around Ling Tianya's neck. "You're the one who doesn't have a choice!"
A tenseness hung in the air. Du Gang, Big One and Small One clenched their fists, and their eyes were glaring red. They wanted to do something to break this stalemate, but they were helpless, too.
This might be their most helpless moment since they started following Ruan Zeyan.
Behind Mark was a lake, so Du Gang and company couldn't even go around to sneak attack from behind.
"Alright." Ruan Zeyan's voice rang out suddenly and his fingers inched towards the trigger.
