"Stop——" Rong Shaoze suddenly stood up and spoke coldly.
He clenched his fist tightly, his pitch-black eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Yuan Ye, your goal is to get revenge on me. Since you want to torture me, you'd better not harm them. Keeping them alive allows you to continue tormenting me. If you kill them, I will no longer be threatened by you, won't your revenge lose all its fun?"
Yuan Ye curled his lips playfully: "You're right, my goal is to get revenge on you. But I think it will be a greater revenge if the people you care about die one by one in front of you, and you are powerless to stop it. Rong Shaoze, after I kill them all and leave you in unbearable pain, I will then let you live and slowly torture you!"
He said coldly, his gun still aimed at the rope above Lin Xinlan.
Rong Shaoze nervously clenched his fist, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
He knew that Yuan Ye's marksmanship was flawless. No matter how small the margin, he could hit his target.
