"Bryce, don't push your luck!" Black Jack's blue eyes hardened, his announcement was brooding.
Bryce roared with wild laughter, "I push my luck?"
Speaking, his face fell, he reached out and pulled Jian Luo over, "Black Jack, then I will show you what is meant by pushing one's luck."
Jian Luo struggled, trying to shake off Bryce's hand.
"Don't move, or the bullets won't be so selective." Bryce raised his gun, the dark muzzle pressed against Jian Luo's temple.
"Bryce, what the hell are you doing?" As Black Jack saw the black handgun against Jian Luo's head, he felt a tightness in his chest.
Bryce looked at Black Jack, with a cruel smirk, "Black Jack, haven't you always been protecting him? Today, I would like to see to what extent you could go for him."
Jian Luo shook his head at Black Jack, Black Jack glanced at him comfortingly, signifying him not to be tense.
"I want you to kneel, now." Bryce said menacingly.
