"Su Yu!"
In a burst of emotion, Huo Beichen aimed the gun in his hand, already loaded with bullets, directly at Long Batian's groin, then quickly pressed it against Su Yu's forehead, roaring out loud. His face turned ashen with rage, and his hand clutching the gun's trigger shook violently due to his uncontrollable emotions, "If you dare spout nonsense again, I will blow your brains out!"
"Really? If you're not afraid of your son being traumatized by seeing you kill someone with your own hands, then go ahead and shoot me!"
Confronted with the man's uncontrolled terror, Su Yu seemed not the slightest bit frightened; instead, she laughed coldly, "To die at your hands wouldn't be a waste of my many years of devoted love!"
