"How does it feel to be shot by your own gun? You never thought this day would come, did you?"
Tangyu looked at Cai Long, his face exuded an eerie menace that made him appear as terrifying as the Grim Reaper. When someone treats another's life as insignificant as an ant's, they are no different from death itself.
"Humph! Anyone who provokes me certainly meets a grim fate," Cai Long gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, his gaze profoundly sinister and frightening.
Tangyu, with a calm face, watched Cai Long, saying, "It seems we have something in common then. In a fight between two tigers, one is bound to get hurt—I believe I won't be the one. I've said it before, my patience is limited. You can keep provoking. The next shot won't be aimed at something trivial. We're in this till death now, do you think I care how badly I hurt you?"
Looking at that tranquil face and hearing that indifferent tone, Cai Long believed that this young man would do as he said.
