"So what?"
Despite being clearly wounded all over his body and staggering slightly, Bo Siyan's tone remained exceedingly indifferent, his dark eyes deep and unfathomable, without a trace of panic from being coerced.
Bo Siyan looked like this, and Berl found no pleasure in his revenge; it seemed as if everything he did was of no consequence to Bo Siyan!
Suddenly, Berl felt that even if he killed Bo Siyan with a single gunshot, it would be meaningless.
He wanted to see the Iron-blooded God of Killing displaying fear in the face of death—it would certainly bring him great joy!
Berl slowly revealed a cruel smile and said word by word, "You and your woman can only live one, if you want her to live, exchange your life for hers!"
"No!"
"Fine!"
Both Bo Siyan and Ning Xia answered without a second thought.
