Hearing Lin Kuang's words, Fang Guangwang's expression turned ugly. He had been unable to dodge the bullets, so in his desperation, he had used John to block the frenzied barrage. Besides, to Fang Guangwang, John's death was inconsequential. His own survival was all that mattered. That was why he had used John as a shield without a second thought. To him, it meant nothing.
Now, hearing Lin Kuang's mockery, Fang Guangwang was furious. "The Fan Family's affairs are none of your business! Kid, drop your gun and come meet your death!" he snarled.
Lin Kuang scoffed. "My business is none of your concern. You want me to drop my gun just because you say so? I'd lose too much face!" With a smirk, he opened fire again.
