The cold metallic touch of the pistol made Cao Bangxi shiver and come to his senses.
Xiao Ming laid Yuan Xiangmei's body down, his movements slow and gentle, as if she were just asleep.
Cao Bangxi stood there holding the gun, staring blankly, motionless.
"Don't you want to avenge your mother?" Xiao Ming asked.
"I... it was me... I killed..."
As if he had just remembered what he had done, Cao Bangxi's body began to tremble violently.
"No!"
Xiao Ming grabbed his shoulders forcibly, his icy gaze as though it could pierce through his soul.
"It was Wan Xingping! He not only swindled all your money but also deceived you into killing your own mother!
Everything was his doing; he's the one who most deserves to die tonight!"
"It was all him... all him..."
Cao Bangxi looked at the gun in his hand, then at Xiao Ming, and finally at Wan Xingping, with blood rushing to his eyes.
"The one who most deserves to die is you!"
He sprang up all at once, raising the barrel of the gun.
