The atmosphere turned frigid, suffocating anyone who witnessed the impending clash. Anyone seeing this life-hanging scene would feel their nerves tighten.
Rose seemed oblivious to the potentially deadly barrel in front of her, calmly remarking, "What if I neither want to listen to you nor want you to end my life?"
"That's impossible. I haven't devised a third option," Situ Mingze chuckled, revealing a toothy grin, his eyes fixated like a hawk stalking its prey.
"I can help you come up with one," Rose responded with a winsome smile, embodying both the charm of a mischievous princess and a sly teenage troublemaker.
Before anyone could react, the bald-headed Zhang Huo, who had been standing solidly behind Situ Mingze, abruptly pulled a Browning pistol from his pocket! He too pointed the dark muzzle towards Situ Mingze, turning the tables on him!
Situ Mingze felt a cold sensation at the back of his head, realizing exactly what it was!
"Zhang Huo!"
