Xiao Yi pulled over a chair and sat down. "Jiang Zhi has already turned to ashes, there's no saving Zhou Xufang." He looked up at Su Qinghou, "What about you, will you save her?"
Su Qinghou despised two things most, betrayal and threats.
He stepped forward, pressing the gun directly against the woman's head. "If you dare to blow her up, I'll send you and your woman down to reunite."
Unfazed, Xiao Yi took out the detonator from his phone.
"Xiao Yi!"
As expected, he was in a mess.
Xiao Yi placed a finger on his lips and hushed, "Keep it down, if you startle me, my hand might shake and Zhou Xufang will turn to ashes."
"Let's see, whose hand is quicker," he said as he turned the gun in his hand toward Xiao Yi.
Calm and composed, Xiao Yi said, "Alright." He picked up the phone, fingers hovering over the screen, "I'll press it on three."
Su Qinghou gritted his teeth.
Xiao Yi counted, "One."
He made no move.
Xiao Yi continued, "Two."
His finger was already on the trigger.
