"Apologize?" Ye Che chuckled softly as soon as he heard this, the kind of disdainful expression as if he had just heard the most absurd joke ever. He glanced at Wen Zao and asked, "What do you think?"
Wen Zao shrugged. "An apology? Sure, as long as she survives to hear it!"
The successor of Hawk Power only apologizes to two types of people.
One is his wife, the other is the dead.
"What do you mean?" Tina's mother looked visibly upset.
Wen Zao leaned casually against the wall. At some point, a small silver gun appeared in his hand, which he was now nonchalantly fiddling with.
Spotting a vase on the desk behind Tina, Wen Zao casually flicked his wrist and pulled the trigger.
With a deafening "bang!" followed by the sound of the vase shattering to pieces and crashing to the floor, the room was engulfed in tension.
Tina, petrified, immediately darted behind her mother, clutching her sleeve tightly and refusing to let go. "Mommy, a gun—he has a gun—!"
