BANG!
With a dull thud, our very own Young Master Cheng Wanlong's legs gave out, and he collapsed to his knees in terror. The sound of his kneecaps hitting the tile floor was quiet, but it sent a chill down everyone's spine. Their faces went blank, and the atmosphere became deathly silent.
"Don't, don't hit me... I-I-I was wrong, please don't hit me..." Young Master Cheng Wanlong pleaded, his teeth chattering. The pitch-black gun barrel was pressed against his temple, sending an icy chill through him.
He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that something so insane would happen… Why do they have a gun? And how dare they press it to my head in public, in front of everyone? Why? The moment he thought this, he was kicking himself with regret.
As a spoiled, arrogant young master, when had he ever encountered a situation like this? He was scared out of his wits.
"HISS!"
"This... this..."
