Joe looked at her with a mocking smile on his lips, "You think with that thing you can handle me!"
Before Lin Yao could completely react, her hand went limp, and the gun she was holding tightly was already back in his hand.
Lin Yao gasped in pain, looked up at Joe, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes.
When she realized that hint of unwillingness flashed in her eyes, Lin Yao quickly wanted to lower her head, but that gleam in her eyes didn't escape Joe's notice.
Just as she wanted to lower her head, Joe reached out and pinched her chin, his lips curled with a sneer as he looked at the person in his hands.
"What, feeling unwilling…" He said, increasing the strength in his hand.
"No..." Lin Yao replied to him with a hoarse voice, her face showing a forced smile, but the pressure Joe applied to her chin made it impossible for her to smile.
"Since you're unwilling, this time I'll let you vent properly."
