Xu Rongfei forcibly overcame the weakness in her legs that Fu Ziming's scare had caused, and rushed forward to snatch the revolver from Ning Fan's hand.
"I won't allow you to take your life so lightly!"
Tears swirled in Xu Rongfei's eyes as she said, biting her thin lips.
Fu Ziming, watching how concerned Xu Rongfei was for Ning Fan's safety, was about to burst with anger, yet he didn't have the courage to step forward and interrupt them.
After all, Ning Fan had just cleanly defeated the thugs he had heavily paid for, and now he was holding a revolver, ready to play that insane devil's game.
"Madman, you lunatic, I won't play your devil's game! I don't want to die here with only your miserable life at stake!"
Fu Ziming murmured to himself, his spirit on the verge of collapse.
Ning Fan, looking at Fu Ziming's loss of composure, smiled faintly, reassured Xu Rongfei by his side, and said, "Don't worry about me, I believe my luck will help me make it through."
