Just those simple three words completely shattered Loh Cheng's psychological defenses. His kneeling body suddenly fell backward, and he raised his hand in front of his face, "No!"
Luo Xiao had anticipated this pause in action.
But he didn't put down the gun.
Loh Cheng gritted his teeth, seemingly in extreme struggle, "I... I don't want to..."
"Don't want to forget the past?" Luo Xiao sneered coldly, his tall and slender figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight. His eyes were sinister, "Hold on to it and die, let go and stand up!"
Loh Cheng's lips trembled, and he clenched the hand that propped him up on the ground, "I don't want to become... someone like you..."
"You think I want to?" Luo Xiao squinted his eyes. This sentence seemed to hit a sore spot, and with a flick of his hand, he threw the gun out, smacking it hard on Loh Cheng's mouth. Just as Loh Cheng reached to hold it, before he could cry out in pain, someone grabbed his collar and lifted him up.
