"You! Who are you? Don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you all my money, please don't kill me." Trand said to Qiao Yue in a trembling voice.
"Boss, our time is up."
Stone limped to Qiao Yue's side. He was accidentally grazed by a stray bullet during the gunfight just now. He didn't feel anything at first, but now he started to feel a burning pain.
Qiao Yue's eyes were cold, and Trand begged even louder for mercy.
Just when Stone thought that it was over, something happened. Trand suddenly jumped up and stabbed Qiao Yue's left arm with a sharp dagger.
At the same time, Qiao Yue's gunshot was heard, and Trand closed his eyes.
"Ah!"
A scream sounded, followed by two more gunshots. Trand's cry of pain startled a flock of birds.
"Boss!"
Stone looked at the dagger in Qiao Yue's left arm in horror. He was fooled by the weakness shown by Trand and did not expect him to fight back.
