Perched with one leg crossed, Chen Hai, who had been sitting in the chair the whole time, finally slowly stood up.
His expression remained nonchalant, even with a gun muzzle pointed at him, not a trace of worry could be seen on his face.
"Xiaohang, no need to stand in front of me, just a few burning sticks, they can't harm me at all!"
Patting Bai Xiaohang's shoulder, Chen Hai said with a smile.
"Boss, I..."
Bai Xiaohang, who had been clamoring for the henchmen from Dafa Pawnshop to shoot him, actually looked a bit tense.
But for an ordinary person like him, to still be able to perform like this under such circumstances was actually very commendable.
After all, many vicious death-row inmates would get weak knees and a pale face due to fear when faced with a firing squad.
Chen Hai seemed to have some objections to the command to move to the side.
However, just as he was about to speak, Chen Hai already waved his hand at him, stopping him from continuing.
