"Don't force me!" Wen Qiao was almost collapsing, "Don't come any closer!"
Cesar stepped forward, until the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his abdomen.
"Are you going to kill me?" He looked at her hatefully, "Do you have the guts now? Dare to have murderous intent against me?"
"Don't come any closer!"
"Bang!"
Wen Qiao's uncontrolled voice and the gunshot rang out simultaneously.
She only felt the person in front of her stiffen, those blue eyes tinged with a red hue, staring at her intently.
Wen Qiao's mouth was slightly open, not knowing what she had just done.
Her mind seemed to have paused.
Warm liquid continuously flowed onto her hands, and when she looked down, her hands were covered in blood.
Did she shoot?!
Did she really shoot him??
When she looked up again, she was sure she would die immediately here.
What to do, if she died now, would Ji Shaoyang still be blown up by him?
Cesar stared at her for a long moment, then slowly lowered his head.
