"You should know better than to refuse a kindness," Lu Tianxing said calmly as he flicked his hand. The bullets whistling towards him were abruptly halted, as if they'd hit a wall, and shot back even faster, piercing straight through Wang Yanhu's head.
Wang Yanhu's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at Lu Tianxing with a face full of longing for the world, before he thudded to the ground, his eyes still open in rage, refusing to close even in death.
Seeing Wang Yanhu's resentful, open-eyed gaze, Wang Anquan's face turned an unnatural shade of red with surging anger, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his gaze venomous as he glared at Lu Tianxing, the cold light flickering in his eyes.
"Lu Tianxing, you will not die a good death, I swear you will not die a good death! Even in death, as a ghost, I won't let you go," he trembled all over, never having imagined that Lu Tianxing could be so mercilessly decisive, acting without a hint of mercy.
