C2 (1/2)

”Haha!” ”Is it fun?” Ling Chen pulled himself out, took the wet towel from his subordinate and wiped the 'gun' that was still burning, then threw the tissue onto her face.

Jian Fan turned his face away in disgust, adjusted his breathing, and slowly opened his eyes.

”If you want to kill me, kill me.”

Her eyes were so fierce that she managed to provoke his anger with a single glance.

He ruthlessly pinched her thin chin until it lost all color. ”Speak, who sent you?”

Jian Fan clenched his teeth and beckoned for him to come closer.

”Humph!” Ling Chen angrily shook off her chin and put her ear close.

”I …” Jian Fan put down his hands that were held high, grabbed his arms, and pulled him closer. ”I am …”

”What did you say?” Louder! ”

”I said, I'm here to take your life!”

Ah!” Jane Fan bit his ear, her mouth full of blood. Ling Chen let out a blood-curdling screech, slapping her down onto the bed in pain.

The instant that Jian Fan fell to the ground, he wrapped his arms around his legs and viciously pulled at his arms.

Before the gun had been loaded, Jane Van had already wrapped her iron-hard arm around Ling Chen's neck. The tip of her left index finger was pressed against his temple, ready to strike him dead at any moment.

”Put down the guns, none of you are to move!” The crisp female voice was filled with the viciousness of a hitman.

In an instant, all the bodyguards who were rushing over froze on the spot. The bodyguard who had pointed a gun at her, under Ling Chen's gaze, threw away the gun.

Inside the luxurious Kingone villa, the atmosphere was tense and dangerous.

Under the bright crystal chandelier, Jian Fan's petite body was particularly eye-catching. With her life hanging by a thread, she no longer cared about being embarrassed.

”Even if you kill me, you won't be able to escape.” Ling Chen smirked, his indifferent aura giving off a cold killing intent.

There was a patch of red on the white sheet, and he couldn't tell if it was his or hers.