Lan Huan sneered, "Well, very well, my sister wants to team up with my father's murderer against me, so don't blame me for being ruthless."
As he spoke, his finger slowly tightened around the trigger of his pistol, and the surroundings fell silent. Lan Huan raised an eyebrow.
"Lan Yue, do you see? You treat them like family, but they don't care whether you live or die."
Lan Yue glanced at Xiao Chen, who was anxiously looking ahead, and smiled, "As long as I care about them, it's enough."
"Lan Huan, let her go," Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and shouted.
Lan Huan smiled at him, "You want me to release her? Sure, first shoot yourself in front of me, and when you're dead, I'll let her go."
"I know you have a gun, there's no need for me to give you one."
"Okay," Xiao Chen replied without hesitation, reaching towards his waist.
Lan Huan's eyes were fixed on him, wary of any tricks he might pull.
Meanwhile, Lan Yue suddenly kicked directly at the gun in Lan Huan's hand.
