Then she brought the muzzle of the gun to her lips and blew on it softly.
"I'll ask you one more time. Are you going to return it?"
"I'm giving you one last chance."
"You only have two legs left. Once your third one breaks..."
Chu Jing's smile was full of provocation.
Raising the gun again, Chu Jing calmly aimed at Huang Yang's other leg.
"Starting the countdown."
"Three!"
The word had barely left her lips when a near-hysterical shout answered her. "I'll return it! I really will!!"
BANG—
His shout and the gunshot had been simultaneous.
"Darn, and I was so close..."
Chu Jing murmured under her breath, a hint of regret in her eyes.
'He'll hand everything over sooner or later anyway.'
At the last second, her wrist had twitched, quickly shifting the muzzle's position.
The bullet practically grazed Du Nan's cheek as it flew past.
