As expected, the Qin dynasty had already set this up.
Seeing Qin dynasty's calm and composed appearance, Luo Qinglin's thoughts became clearer and clearer.
Damn, why isn't he dead yet!
Zhang Jiwei's eyeballs were about to explode from anger!
With this, the three shots were wasted just like that! Now, it was already a one in three chance!
Terrifying... So terrifying...
But under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Jiwei could not escape.
When he looked at the revolver that was slowly pushed in front of him, his breathing became heavy.
A third of a chance... A third of a chance...
God, God must bless me again. I, Zhang Jiwei, am your devout believer, and am willing to follow your glory!
Trembling with fear, he picked up the pistol and pressed it against his temple once again.
Looking at the mocking gaze of the Qin dynasty, for a moment, he had the urge to throw away the gun and run away.
But this thought only lasted for a moment. Because Zhang Jiwei knew that if he ran away, he would still be killed by Young Master Han's men before his family could leave Zhongchuan City.
There were wolves in front and tigers behind. In any case, he would die anyway, so he might as well take a gamble!
Maybe God would bless him, and the one who died would be the Qin dynasty.
At that time, Young Master Han would definitely be very happy and reward him greatly. His father's company that owed the bank hundreds of millions of yuan would definitely be slowed down because of Young Master Han's words. Maybe the bank could even allocate another sum of money, and the company would be able to come back to life at that time!
Go all out!
Zhang Jiwei prayed for God to bless him, and then pulled the trigger again.
Everyone's heart trembled a little.
This time, the needle hit the air again.
Zhang Jiwei felt that his entire body was about to collapse. He was covered in cold sweat as he directly shouted out the words "God bless".
Even Han Haoxuan had to admit that this brat's life was really good.
"Looks like your luck is pretty good." Qin dynasty gave him a thumbs up, reached out to take the gun back, placed it on his forehead, and said.
"There are still two more chances. This time, if I don't die, it'll be you. "
His words caused everyone's hearts to leap into their throats once again.
That's right, he only had two chances left.
The death rate of the Qin dynasty was 50%!
Zhang Jiwei's eyes were filled with perverted joy.
Die! You bastard, go to hell immediately!
I have God standing behind me. I'm not afraid of anyone!
Zhang Jiwei's smile made Qin Dynasty feel a little nauseous, but after all, he was a dying man, so he did not dwell too much on this matter.
"Watch carefully."
As Qin dynasty spoke, he gently crooked his finger.
Zhang Jiwei's heart was in his throat, suspended in mid-air.
His pair of beady eyes almost popped out and stuck to the muzzle.
The firing pin raised its head and bit down hard.
"Pa!"
It had sounded like a hymn, but now it was like the tolling of hell's bells.
Zhang Jiwei's whole body was almost frozen on the chair.
His body was so cold that it was almost devoid of any warmth.
"Why … Why …"
He sat there, muttering to himself.
I have God standing behind me. Could it be that this guy has someone even more awesome than God standing behind him?
"Looks like my luck is a little better than yours."
Qin dynasty took a puff of his cigarette, then placed the pistol on the table, "Come, I think your Young Master Han will buy you a beautiful tomb."
Death was certain.
The god of death dressed in a black cloak seemed to be standing behind Zhang Jiwei.
This man sat in a daze on the chair, staring at the pistol in a daze.
The death rate was already a hundred percent.
Without a doubt, as long as he fired, that worthless bullet would be pushed out of the muzzle and shot into his head.
Unless God himself came, he was dead for sure.
But Zhang Jiwei was unwilling … He was still young, he still had a lot of beautiful time, and there were a lot of beauties waiting for him to get his hands on!
At this moment, Zhang Jiwei suddenly felt as if he was possessed by a devil.
He picked up the pistol like a madman and held it in his hand. He did not point it at his own head, but at the smoking Qin dynasty.
This scene gave everyone a fright.
Including Luo Qinglin, she covered her mouth in surprise.
The situation turned for the worse in an instant!
It was clearly a situation where Zhang Jiwei would definitely die, but why did it suddenly turn out like this!
But when Luo Qinglin saw Qin dynasty's expression, it was still so relaxed and indifferent.
Was he not worried at all?
Or was it that all of this had not exceeded his expectations?
Thinking back to the miraculous matter of the Qin dynasty casually curing Sun Xueyuan and Sun Yan, Luo Qinglin felt slightly at ease.
That's right, this boyfriend of his was very magical. He probably didn't even take the threat of a pistol to heart.
If there was really no other choice, he would rush out at the first moment and block this bullet for him!
Therefore, when Zhang Jiwei opened his mouth to speak, Luo Qinglin slowly leaned towards Qin dynasty.
"Hahahaha!" Zhang Jiwei's mouth revealed a perverted smile, he held onto his gun tightly, pointed it at Qin dynasty, and laughed loudly, "You self-righteous idiot, do you think that I, Zhang Jiwei, am a fool? Go and kill yourself? Let me tell you, I, Zhang Jiwei, am not stupid. F * ck, don't you like to play? I'll play with you to my heart's content today! Kneel on the ground and sing the national anthem, or else I'll blow your head off! "
Zhang Jiwei held the gun in his hand, his confidence swelled to an unprecedented height.
Qin dynasty had just finished smoking a cigarette, so he took out another one and slowly lit it up.
Looking at his expression, it was as if all of this had nothing to do with him, and Zhang Jiwei was not referring to his head.
"Fuck, don't you f * cking understand Chinese?"
Zhang Jiwei stepped on the table, and the muzzle of his gun tapped on Qin dynasty's forehead a few times, "I want you to kneel down and sing the national anthem!"
"Sorry, I don't like singing the national anthem." Qin dynasty shrugged his shoulders, "How about I sing you a song called 'Farewell Song'? The one from the band? "
"F * ck!" You f * cking think this is a singing room! "Zhang Jiwei was a little crazy, he gritted his teeth and stared at Qin dynasty," I'll count to three, if you don't sing, I'll blow your head off! "1 —"
"Tsk tsk, with your guts, you still dare to shoot?" Qin dynasty looked disdainful and said mercilessly, "I'm just borrowing your guts, do you dare to kill me?"
"2 —" Zhang Jiwei gasped for breath, his eyes faintly turned red.
Han Haoxuan, who was standing on the side, could not help but curl his lips.
This Qin dynasty was either a madman or a fool.
Maybe Zhang Jiwei really didn't dare to shoot, but if you provoke him like this, he might just shoot you to death.
Han Xiaofan seemed to feel it, she stood there and tried to persuade Zhang Jiwei.
"Zhang Jiwei, calm down, murder is against the law."
Hearing Han Xiaofan say this, Zhang Jiwei trembled a bit, the murderous look in his eyes faded a bit, and the hand that was holding the gun could not help but slowly put down.
"That's right, murder is against the law." Qin dynasty nodded and said, "You have to think clearly, if I die, you won't be able to live either. I won't sing the national anthem, do whatever you want, if you have the ability, just shoot me! F * ck! "You coward, you coward!"
As he spoke, he even raised his middle finger at him.
Han Xiaofan really couldn't help but want to rush over and give that man two slaps.
Was he really an idiot? He was still courting death!
"Damn it, go to hell!"
Sure enough, Zhang Jiwei was completely enraged, he once again raised the revolver in his hand, pointed it at Qin dynasty's head, and was about to pull the trigger.
At that moment, Han Xiaofan seemed to see the corner of Qin dynasty's mouth curling up into a beautiful arc.
At the same time, Luo Qinglin instantly pounced forward, as though she wanted to use her own body to block the bullet for the Qin dynasty.
Qin dynasty also made a move. He waved his left hand in front of him, as though he was pushing something away. At the same time, his right hand grabbed Luo Qinglin's soft body and placed it on his lap.
The moment Luo Qinglin blushed, Zhang Jiwei, who was pointing his gun at Qin dynasty, suddenly turned around and shot at Han Haoxuan who was standing at the back watching the show.
"Bam!"
Because this shot was too sudden, no one had expected it. Zhang Jiwei's marksmanship was not that good, so he only managed to hit Han Haoxuan's shoulder.
Even so, Han Haoxuan's entire shoulder was covered in blood as he fell to the ground.
"Ah!" Everyone present cried out in alarm.
A group of security guards rushed up and beat Zhang Jiwei, who was still in a daze, to the ground. Then, they retaliated with a punch.
"Motherf * cker, you dare to kill Young Master Han? You're f * cking suicidal!"
"You really don't know how to write the word 'death'! I'll let you know today! "
The security guards scolded him as they beat him.
"Throw it into the river to feed the fish."
At this time, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked out from a corner. He had a mustache, and there was a glint in his eyes.
The middle-aged man looked at Qin dynasty meaningfully and then said to the security guards.
"Yes! Housekeeper Zhang! "
The security guards responded and quickly left with Zhang Jiwei's badly mutilated body.
Qin Chao took back his revolver and put it into his Sumeru Ring.
At the same time, he slightly regretted that he had used a rum bullet.
If it was a rum bullet, the bullet would have exploded Han Haoxuan's shoulder.
"Uncle Zhang, my brother, my brother, is he okay …."
Seeing his brother was suddenly injured, Han Xiaofan panicked. Seeing that Housekeeper Zhang appeared, he immediately went over and asked.
"Don't worry, our medical staff are all top notch. Young master will be fine."
The moment Han Haoxuan fell to the ground, a lot of people rushed up to carry him away. From Housekeeper Zhang's tone, he should have been sent to the infirmary.
"No, I have to go take a look!"
Han Xiaofan lifted her skirt and was about to run.
"Miss, don't worry." Housekeeper Zhang gently stopped her and said, "Young master was suddenly injured, we still need miss to take care of the situation. Otherwise, our Han family will be laughed at. "
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