"Shentu Chu, what are you doing?"
Shentu Chu held a gun at Shentu Jing's head, pointing directly between his eyebrows. The barrel of the gun reflected in the silver moonlight. On it, Shentu Jing could see the model of the gun.
The gun was real.
"Hand it over," Shentu Chu's voice was cold and threatening.
Shentu Jing didn't move a muscle. He glared at his elder brother, eyes cold and sharp.
"Hand it over! Or I'll kill you!" Shentu Chu growled. He was getting impatient.
"Then kill me," Shentu Jing said after a long moment of silence. Shentu Chu's eyes widened before he nodded, pupils red, as if finding out something ridiculous. His lips curved into a smirk and he chuckled darkly.
"I'm not playing a joke. Fine, since you are so stubborn, then I'll kill her," Shentu Chu raised his hand with the watch. A hologram video of Qin Zhuzhu talking at an event popped out.
