"I'm not dead yet?"
Yan Ge incredulously widened his eyes, staring in astonishment at the little boy holding the gun in front of him. He blinked repeatedly, dumbfounded, his already urine-soaked pants growing even wetter. This cowardly appearance was so pitiful that even Little Xingchen, a mere child, looked on with sheer disdain, "Am I really not dead?"
"You're not far from it!"
Little Xingchen looked at him with contempt and then turned his head to Lin Feng, asking, "Uncle Lin Feng, did you get the video just now? If you got it, post it online right away—especially the part where he wets his pants. Make sure to zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in!!!"
Lin Feng: "..."
