Chu Yang stared at the pitch-black, icy barrel of the gun without expression.
Wang Chengcai's face was fierce, and a hint of smugness shone in his vicious eyes as he laughed heartily at Chu Yang, "Chu Yang, you think you're so tough?"
"You think you're such a good fighter?"
"But now, aren't you just at the mercy of my gunpoint, and with just a twitch of my finger, you would be off to meet King Yama?"
Chu Yang said indifferently, "Wang Chengcai, do you really think you can kill me with this thing?"
Wang Chengcai chuckled and said, "Chu Yang, even now, as death is upon you, you still talk tough. Get on your knees and kowtow to me."
"Do it, now," Wang Chengcai bellowed at Chu Yang.
Chu Yang remained expressionless and motionless.
Seeing that Chu Yang did not budge, Wang Chengcai flew into a rage, feeling his dignity greatly insulted, and he gripped his shotgun tightly, "I'm giving you one last chance."
"Kneel down and kowtow right now, or I'll blow your head off."
Whoosh.
