Mo Yuan was forced to kneel before Han Luo and Gregory Frost. He raised his head and his heart shuddered in pain.
His heart was filled with worry Han Luo whose face was covered in bruises.
At the same time, he was aggrieved. His furious eyes glanced at Gregory Frost.
The girl he held dear to his heart and didn't let her suffer, how could a guy from nowhere harm her like that?
He wanted to fight back. He had to. Or else, she would suffer even more. He didn't want to imagine that scene.
Just then, he sensed something cold touching his forehead.
Even without looking, he could tell what came into contact with his skin.
It was Gregory Frost's muzzle. He pointed his gun at Mo Yuan.
He heard that cold-blooded guy saying, "This is the end."
Mo Yuan didn't want to give up but he knew in his heart, no matter what he did, the next bullet would penetrate his forehead.
