Just as Ding Fu said that, Chi Jiao's gaze turned to him.
In her originally clear eyes now a cold glint as sharp as a knife.
Quan Jue glanced at him indifferently. "Put the gun down, or I'll shoot him."
"Big Bro, Big Bro, I beg of you! I don't want to die!" Ding Yuan was so anxious that his tone had changed.
"Shut up!" Ding Fu shouted at him. "Look at how useless you are! A true man would rather die standing than live on his knees!"
His words were filled with backbone.
"I don't want to die. I don't want to die…" Ding Yuan only knew to repeat this sentence.
"This lad wouldn't dare to kill you." Ding Fu sneered at Quan Jue. "An immature brat like him wouldn't dare to kill anyone."
"Then, shall we give it a shot?" Quan Jue's finger twitched as he prepared to pull the trigger.
Seeing that his expression was as cold as an ice sculpture, Ding Fu's throat dried and he felt uncertain.
But there was no way he could compromise.
