Ren Feifan took a step forward and asked, "So, does it count what I say?"
Caught off guard, Shen Junlin couldn't recall what he had just said, but given the urgent situation, he could only nod vigorously and say, "Yes, yes. Your words definitely count."
Ren Feifan's lips curled into a grim smile, and the Autumn Water Traceless Sword appeared in his hand. With a swift strike, he proclaimed, "Since my words count, the Shen family shall be banished from Jiangnan Province today!"
At the word "banishment," Shen Junlin suddenly trembled all over. Was he not digging his own grave?
"However, I can give you a choice: will you do it yourself, or should I?" Ren Feifan asked, crossing his hands behind his back and a chill flashing across his face.
Shen Junlin was taken aback. He didn't want to die, but evidently, he had to stay behind today.
He hesitated!
After a long while, his eyes narrowed, and he suddenly drew a dark, black pistol, pressing it to his temple.
