By the time the traffic police arrived, both men were already covered in wounds.
Yu Xiuzhun held a gun, aiming it at Jin Chenye's head, his eyes blood-red.
He had underestimated this man, who seemed gentle and courteous on the surface, but it turned out that in a fight, his skills were not inferior.
"If you have the guts, just kill me." Jin Chenye's face was also bruised. He glanced at Yu Xiuzhun, who was equally battered, and stared at him coldly, his eyes showing no trace of fear.
"You are already surrounded by the police, please lay down your weapons and cooperate with the investigation."
The sound of police sirens echoed in their ears, followed by several police cars surrounding them.
"I'm afraid you wanting me dead is impossible now, unless you wish to die with me." Jin Chenye swept his gaze around at the police officers, curling his lips coldly.
"..."
Yu Xiuzhun's wicked eyes tightened, his grip on the gun suddenly firming.
