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Throat-slashing gesture as a demonstration?
Inside the hospital room, the sudden gesture made by Shen Liang was truly unexpected!
This action was even more arrogant and provocative than flipping the middle finger!
In an instant!
Zheng, who was accompanying Wu Jie, could not contain his anger.
With a loud bang, he kicked the door open.
He rushed toward Shen Liang on the hospital bed, pulled out his service pistol, racked it with a click, and pressed the barrel against Shen Liang's forehead.
"You little son of a bitch, what the hell do you mean? Looking for death, huh?"
"Damn it! Do you believe I'd blow your brains out right now?"
Zheng shouted fiercely, pressing the gun hard against Shen Liang's head, as if to poke it in.
However...
Shen Liang, who had grown up in the same military compound as Kong Heng, clearly wasn't scared of guns.
Most rich and pampered young masters are afraid of death.
