As a series of piercing gunshots ceased, Shi Shengde glanced at Yin Shixiu, followed by a fit of rage.
He stood up, took a few large strides towards Yin Shixiu, and pressed the gun barrel directly against Yin Shixiu's forehead,
"At death's door, yet you still dare to negotiate with me?!"
"Type 92, 5.8mm, magazine capacity of 20 rounds, Boss Shi, do you remember how many shots you just fired?"
Yin Shixiu was slightly taller than Shi Shengde, and even though he was tied up at this moment, his expression as he looked at Shi Shengde was full of a sense of arrogance over the world.
Just this one expression was enough to disgust Shi Shengde.
This hot-tempered middle-aged man couldn't withstand Yin Shixiu's provocation, the gun barrel still radiated the residual heat from continuous fire, pressed firmly against Yin Shixiu's forehead at this moment!
"Do you want to die!"
"Unless Boss Shi loads a bullet, even if you pull the trigger until it breaks, I won't die."
