The gun was held to his forehead, and opposite him, Yuan Hai was already in a rage, his bloodshot eyes exuding a chilling extremism.
Yuan Hai was truly utterly enraged. First, he had just come back and found that all his Yuan Gang's bars had fallen into other hands. Following that, his clubhouse was smashed and occupied. In the end, even his lover ended up in jail, cutting off all his sources of income. If he could still keep his temper, it would truly be bizarre!
Bi Xia knew that Yuan Hai was at his breaking point at this moment. Perhaps in the next second, the gun in Yuan Hai's hand would go off accidentally or directly shoot through his own forehead.
His starry eyes slightly raised, the small face under the mask showed no change, the whole figure sitting calmly on the sofa, hands folded across his chest, legs crossed, looking leisurely and at ease.
"Zhan Jiu!" Yuan Hai spat out these two words through gritted teeth, "I'm going to kill you!"
