Sun Zhe had only ever seen guns on television. He used to feel disdain whenever he saw characters on screen tremble or even wet themselves at gunpoint. Now that he was the one being held at gunpoint in real life, he realized just how terrifying it truly was. He wasn't scared enough to tremble or wet his pants, but a chill ran down his spine, and he didn't dare make a rash move.
This feels like my life is in someone else's hands. Just one twitch of their finger and I'll be sent to report to King Yama!
However, Sun Zhe didn't panic. Instead, he calmly thought about his options. With his hands raised, he slowly stood up and smiled. "Sir, you've misunderstood. While I'd love to have a girlfriend as beautiful as President Leng, she's honestly not my girlfriend."
The man in the leather jacket sneered, "A piece of trash like you wouldn't be worthy anyway."
Sun Zhe chuckled awkwardly. "Since that's the case, can I go now?"
