Tiger Yang looked at the revolver Ye Long aimed at him, grinned fiercely, and said, "I guess you won't do it, because your subordinate is in my hands. As soon as you shoot, your subordinate will die. I think if you intended to act, you would have done it already, not dragged it out until now!"
"Alright, let's play. Isn't it just my life you want? I'll play with you!" Ye Long chuckled, his tone showing no concern at all.
"Let's begin!"
Tiger Yang looked sinisterly at Ye Long, his entire being emanating a murderous aura.
Ye Long played with the gun in his hand for a moment, then pointed it at his own head!
Even with the gun aimed at his own head, Ye Long continued to smile, showing no sense of impending death!
It was as if the gun was not aimed at him, but someone else!
But at this moment, the atmosphere was filled with tension!
Because this kind of play was indeed a thrilling game; every shot pulled at one's heartstrings!
