Just as Ding Fu said that, Chi Jiao’s gaze turned to him.
In her originally clear eyes now a cold glint as sharp as a knife.
Quan Jue glanced at him indifferently. “Put the gun down, or I’ll shoot him.”
“Big Bro, Big Bro, I beg of you! I don’t want to die!” Ding Yuan was so anxious that his tone had changed.
“Shut up!” Ding Fu shouted at him. “Look at how useless you are! A true man would rather die standing than live on his knees!”
His words were filled with backbone.
“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to die…” Ding Yuan only knew to repeat this sentence.
“This lad wouldn’t dare to kill you.” Ding Fu sneered at Quan Jue. “An immature brat like him wouldn’t dare to kill anyone.”
“Then, shall we give it a shot?” Quan Jue’s finger twitched as he prepared to pull the trigger.
Seeing that his expression was as cold as an ice sculpture, Ding Fu’s throat dried and he felt uncertain.
But there was no way he could compromise.
“Brother Quan, killing him will dirty your hands.” Chi Jiao took a step forward and stared at him intently. Her tone was as gentle as a lover’s coaxing. “We have a better way to deal with the two of them. Don’t be rash.”
“Jiaojiao is right. Quan Jue, don’t be rash. If you kill him, you’ll have to go to jail. It doesn’t matter if you end up in jail, but Jiaojiao is going to cry again,” Gu Xia said with a cheeky smile, but his gaze was filled with meaning.
He felt that he had really misjudged Quan Jue previously.
He had originally thought that he was an earnest gentleman.
But from the looks of it, Quan Jue was indeed a member of the Quan family. His style of doing things was too similar to his father.
“Aren’t they fugitives? Even if we kill them here, it’s considered self-defense,” Quan Jue said indifferently.
“But we don’t have to do it ourselves,” faintly said Shen Liao after staying silent all this while. He shot Gu Xia a look.
Gu Xia immediately understood and walked towards Ding Fu with a smile.
“What are you trying to do? Don’t come over!” Ding Fu became even more nervous now.
“Don’t panic.” Gu Xia stared straight into his eyes and said softly, “We can have a good talk. Put your gun down first…”
Looking at his face, Ding Fu felt that his eyes were particularly deep and seemed to be glowing with a strange red light.
He lowered the gun.
Chi Jiao took this opportunity to walk up to Quan Jue and place her hand on his wrist. “Brother Quan, put the gun down first.”
Quan Jue looked down at her and pursed his thin lips when he saw her worried expression.
Did I scare her?
Without saying a word, Quan Jue lowered his gun and kicked Ding Yuan’s calf, causing him to stumble and fall to one knee.
He didn’t dare hesitate as he rolled and crawled towards Ding Fu, who was not far away.
Gu Xia stared straight into Ding Fu’s eyes and continued to say in a gentle tone, “Be obedient and listen to me. Kill that person.”
As he spoke, Gu Xia pointed at Ding Yuan, who was not far away.
It was as if Ding Fu’s soul was being controlled by him. His lifeless eyes looked at Ding Yuan, who was heading towards him using his hands and legs to crawl over.
The muzzle of his shotgun was also pointed at him.
Ding Yuan looked at him in disbelief. “Big Bro, what’s wrong? I’m your younger brother, you…”
Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Ding Fu raised his hand and shot him.
