"Is that so?" Guo Mu's voice was indifferent as he said, "I'm really sorry then. I didn't intend to kill her. She was looking for her own death. She just happened to block a bullet for that girl, Mi Sheng. It's her own bad luck, no one else to blame."
Gu Junzhu looked at him with icy eyes and said, "Then you meeting me is also your bad luck, and no one else's fault."
His gaze was as cold as an ice auger, piercing straight into the depths of Guo Mu's soul.
Guo Mu had already resigned himself to death, yet an inexplicable fear made him shiver violently.
Gu Junzhu moved forward a few steps, and stepped on the dart at Guo Mu's ankle.
The dart, which protruded halfway out, was pushed fully into Guo Mu's body as he stepped on it.
Guo Mu, in pain, fell to the ground. He tried to struggle, but Gu Junzhu's men quickly moved past their boss.
Four men, each stepped on his wrists and ankles, pinning him firmly to the ground.
