Zhan Hui felt her breathing become harder and harder. Her vision began to blur. She didn't dare move. She obediently let the other party squeeze the air in her throat bit by bit. She was about to suffocate.
Zhan Jingtian let go and slapped her to the ground. Zhan Hui finally felt her breath and lay on the ground, greedily breathing the hard-won air.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough…" She clutched her chest and coughed several times before she could stop herself.
The angry man in front of her was like an Asura from hell. She did not dare to look at him directly.
Zhan Hui straightened up with difficulty and knelt straight in Zhan Jingtian's direction again.
Zhan Jingtian had taken a gleaming silver pistol from a drawer and was casually playing with it. His eyes were unhappy, and he was looking down at the delicate gun in his hand.
When Zhan Qiang saw this scene, he knew that no one could save Zhan Hui today.
