Qin Mu pressed his thin lips together and struggled to stand up, raising the silver handgun that Feng Lie had just given him to aim at Feng Jun's forehead.
"Just because he can't pull the trigger doesn't mean I can't."
Feng Jun's expression changed slightly, knowing without guessing who had given the gun to Qin Mu.
From the beginning, when Feng Lie had shot himself for Qin Mu, it was clear what the man's choice was.
Feng Lie chose Qin Mu, not himself.
It was truly the epitome of irony.
"Qin Mu, you know I'm all in now. If you leave, everything I've worked for my whole life is finished."
Hearing this, Qin Mu exchanged a glance with Feng Lie. It seems that Feng Jun wouldn't retreat the special forces, so the most effective way was to take Feng Jun and escape Kunshan.
Then personally deliver the man to the judge for trial.
Feng Lie raised his hand and tossed the two remaining handguns at his waist to Old Master Qin and Mu Wan, then nodded heavily.
