"I'll give you ten seconds to make the choice you think is right." This time, Chu Ge's voice was cold, filled with heavy sarcasm, yet he still didn't turn around or look back.
Ten seconds felt like an eternity to Long Kun, just retrieving the gun from under the pillow took him five seconds, and the gun felt unbearably heavy.
When the ten seconds passed, Chu Ge snorted heavily through his nose, and Long Kun's trembling right hand could no longer bear the weight of the gun and drooped down powerlessly.
Ten seconds meant ten seconds; Chu Ge had no leisure to stay there any longer. He started walking again, pushed open the window, and leapt out lightly, disappearing from Long Kun's sight in an instant.
The night wind rustled the curtains, making a flapping noise as it blew against Long Kun's face and body, making the cold sweat all over him even colder.
