Shen Yibei held the gun in his hand, moving forward step by step.
"Put down your gun, or I'll chop off her head right now."
The opponent hadn't expected Shen Yibei to have a gun, his voice trembling slightly. He immediately placed the steel knife against Lan Ruowei's head.
The icy touch made Lan Ruowei's blood freeze.
"Do you think your knife is faster, or my gun?" Shen Yibei narrowed his eyes, aiming his gun at the man.
"Throw away your gun."
The man's grip tightened, and blood immediately trickled down Lan Ruowei's neck.
"Uh."
Lan Ruowei let out a small cry.
"Drop it." The man was honest, but as he uttered his last word, a bullet whistled through the air, piercing his forehead.
The man's eyes widened, his body weakened, and he fell to the ground.
"He killed the boss, everyone, avenge the boss!"
The remaining men saw their leader had been killed, and all wielded their steel knives, charging forward.
