"Finally, the tables are turning!" Ji Baijian said, his cold voice echoing in the vast space.
He pulled the trigger in his hand.
At that moment, Yi Wenhan suddenly seemed to wake up, as if he understood everything all at once. He looked at Ye Taiting, yelling, "Am I your son?!"
Ye Taiting looked at the black gun pressed to his son's forehead, watched the man pull the trigger.
He abruptly knelt on the ground, "Don't kill him! Don't kill him! I'll do whatever you want!"
Yi Wenhan watched Ye Taiting's desperation.
It must be the truth!
He was furious!
Beyond furious!
Yi Wenhan glared at Ye Taiting, "I'm your son, yet you left me to fend for myself! I'm your son, but you've never cared about my life or death. Do you know how miserable my life has been?!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I did it for your own good, for your sake!"
"For my sake! For me, you let me get kidnapped, had guns pointed at my head!" Yi Wenhan seethed with anger, "You think you are good to me?!"
