Qin Huai: "I can't reach Mr. Chen…"
BAM.
After the gunshot, Qin Huai's left arm was hit.
Prince Bandeli's aging face twisted with a grimace: "I don't believe you."
Blood flowed from Qin Huai's arm, soaking his dark green military uniform until it turned black. Sweat of pain formed on his forehead, yet he still bore a faint smile and said, "I really can't reach him, believe it or not."
Prince Bandeli sneered coldly: "Very well, stubborn mouth, but it doesn't matter… If he truly doesn't know, it should be you few who die…"
Qi Jiu stood there, giving Qin Huai a calm glance.
Prince Bandeli suddenly shouted: "Kang Chen, I said one hour, one hour it is. I give you an hour, whether you know or not, one hour later, if you don't show up, I will make everyone around you—die here."
Prince Bandeli sat beside the young King, instructing Ran to keep time.
The two soldiers who came with Qin Huai hurriedly tore the tablecloth to stop Qin Huai's bleeding.
