He turned his head and glanced at Garfield. Garfield waved, holding his old game console in his hand, "Boss, you've vented your anger, so don't be angry anymore. Use the reader to read tens of millions of novels.
, completely ad-free!" Everyone has been having a hard time recently, and there is no need to injure their group of 'innocent onlookers' because of Long Tengyuan's fault alone.
It was Rong Shisan who came up with the idea of changing bullets. Rong Shisan just got in and killed the man. Before leaving, he handed Jun Qi's pistol to Garfield, and Garfield handed it to Jun Qi.
The tragic Long Tengyuan, even if he escaped death today, his legs must have been destroyed. A skilled surgeon can reattach the broken legs, but he cannot create a new pair of legs out of thin air, the kind that were smashed by bullets.
The legs can be thrown directly into the trash can and disposed of as waste.
Xia Qing sat up straight, and happened to see Jun Qi raising the gun again. The murderous look between his brows was so thick, and his cold and cruel look was lingering.
The gun was aimed at Long Tengyuan's head.[
He struggled, he cried, he begged for mercy, he cursed, but nothing could shake Jun Qi's determination.
The fate of Third Young Master Long is decided by Jun Qi.
Xia Qing frowned, Jun Tieshi had been guarding her every step of the way. Seeing her trying to sit up, he wanted to give her a hand, but thinking of Jun Qi's terrifying possessiveness, he retracted his half-stretched hand.
Come back.
Xia Qing didn't notice his little movement. After the brief pain, she gasped softly and murmured, "You don't really want to kill someone."
Jun Tieshi chuckled and said, "The young master is very angry." He didn't confirm it, but he didn't deny it either. The art of language is to make everything ambiguous. After expressing what you want to express clearly, you don't have to take any responsibility.
"You can't just kill people when you're angry! There's no other way!" Xia Qing was so angry that she couldn't think about the origin of her anger. She stood up staggeringly, staggered over to kill, and used
With all his remaining strength, he shouted loudly, "Stop, Jun Qi."
Jun Qi really didn't pull the trigger, and the gun was still pointed at Long Tengyuan's head. However, he turned slightly sideways, with doubts in his eyes, and looked at Xia Qing, whose face was red from suppressing pain and was walking towards her with great effort.
Pu Li smiled mockingly, straightened his long legs, and blocked the path.
Xia Qing glared at the fake monk fiercely. Her soft footsteps seemed to be in the clouds, half-floating in a large circle, and walked to Jun Qi.
"Give me the gun." The white and tender palms were turned up and stretched out in front of his eyes.
Jun Qi's eyes darkened, he looked at the dying Long Sanshao lying on the ground, and uttered two words coldly, "No."
"You gave me this gun." She stared at him fearlessly, allowing him to be so cold that he couldn't get close, but the coldness seemed unable to freeze her away.
"So what?" He only borrowed it for a while. After using it, if she likes it, she can still give it to her. However, Long Tengyuan must die. He has to pay the corresponding price for what he has done, and this can only be done by
He did it with his own hands.
Xia Qing sighed helplessly. The increasingly severe pain at the wound made her a little irritable, "Young Master Jun, murder is against the law. You have no right to take away other people's lives casually."
There was a river of blood all around. There were many people standing in the huge warehouse, and even more people fell down.