Although he said this, Nan Mingzhao's palms were clearly sweating.
Phone calls followed one after another.
All from Luo Yusheng.
Even if he was a fool, he had now realized the seriousness of the situation!
"What should I do? What should I do? Could this kid really be Luo Yusheng's man? Should I kill him, or should I not kill him!"
If I don't kill him, I will definitely die a terrible death; if I kill him, I will also have a hard time...
Nan Mingzhao's heart was like ants on a hot pan, chaotically jumping around.
The others in the venue might not realize the seriousness of the situation; they only knew that Xiao Zheng was showing off, displaying some meaningless bravado.
However, Nan Mingzhao's hesitation had already signaled a reversal of the situation.
Xiao Zheng drank his last sip of wine, slowly walked up to Nan Mingzhao, grabbed the muzzle of his gun, held it against his forehead, and stared at Nan Mingzhao with his cold and deep eyes.
