"One!"
Su Chengyu said with a cold gaze.
"Su Chengyu, don't push me! Do you really want me to bring Xu Nanzhi to our doom?!"
Hong Zhen Ting was on the verge of insanity, pushed to the brink by Su Chengyu.
He had always forced others, but now he was the one being pushed to the edge. Hong Zhen Ting was emotionally agitated, his hand holding the gun was shaking incessantly, ready to pull the trigger at any moment, killing Xu Nanzhi with one shot.
Xu Nanzhi, under his control, appeared fearless. Su Chengyu had already telepathically told her not to be afraid.
"Two!"
Su Chengyu's voice was as ominous as a death harbinger, leaving Hong Zhen Ting feeling his scalp tingle, his head throbbing, in pure chaos.
"Stop! Stop it! Su Chengyu, you forced me, let's die together!"
Hong Zhen Ting's sanity was on the verge of shattering, his former aura of power and dominance as Hong Ye of Linjiang had disappeared.
