Ten minutes later.
Chuzheng helped Miao Miao Miao sit up and found a coat to wrap around her.
Miao Miao Miao was in shock, trembling constantly, her eyes unfocused.
After comforting her, Chuzheng took the confiscated weapon and walked over to Brother Biao, looking down at him.
Brother Biao lay on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, looking quite miserable.
Chuzheng aimed the weapon at Brother Biao's head.
Brother Biao's face turned ashen, his pupils filled with fear.
Chuzheng narrowed her eyes slightly, her finger resting on the trigger, slowly pressing down.
Brother Biao was terrified, his body trembling like a sieve: "Sister, auntie... if you kill me, there's nothing in it for you, spare me... I know I was wrong."
Click—
Brother Biao squeezed his eyes shut.
But he didn't feel any pain.
Brother Biao opened his eyes to find that the world looked the same as before.
Not dead...
Brother Biao touched himself; he was still warm, not dead, he was alive!!
