Zhao Sihai knew he had lost the gamble, and the bet he placed was his own life. Seeing Song Jian rushing towards him, he accepted his fate with calmness in his eyes.
"The winner is king, and the loser is the enemy. Huh, this time, I'm just unlucky…" Zhao Sihai muttered softly, his gaze falling on the M24 sniper rifle in his arms.
He knew why Song Jian was rushing at him so quickly. His goal was definitely the sniper rifle in his hands.
A self-mocking smile appeared on Zhao Sihai's face, realizing that he was not even worth a sniper rifle.
"What I can't have, I won't let you have either." Hatred appeared on Zhao Sihai's face. After staring at the sniper rifle for a moment, he chose to destroy it.
Click~
A crisp cracking sound came from inside the sniper rifle. The entire gun started to disintegrate, turning into crystal-clear light points and slowly disappearing.
