"Annoying gourd, you've grown brave." Di Mingjue raised his silver gun with a smirk and aimed at the old man.
The old man trembled and wet his pants. He didn't dare to move. All he could do was wail like a pig being slaughtered, "Boss, no, sir, lord, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I'm wrong, I'm wrong! Please spare me?"
He only dared to shout and beg for his life, knocking his head on the ground fervently. He didn't dare to run away, making himself rather comical.
Seeing him begging for mercy like a dog on the ground, Gu Qibao felt a sense of satisfaction.
It felt great!
But could it just end like this? As long as he'd acted tough and felt invigorated, that should be enough.
After all, she was still so young, she had never experienced a scene like this.
It wasn't exactly fear in her heart, but more concern.
She didn't want Di Mingjue to stain his hands with blood for her, because he was so perfect in her eyes.
