After subduing Zhang Shiyang, Zhao Zun finally turned to look at Gousheng.
Under the dim light, his gaze was like a knife, piercing into Gousheng's heart. Gousheng shuddered from the look, instinctively lowering his head.
"Gousheng, come here."
Zhao Zun's voice was chilly and authoritative, carrying an irresistible force.
Gousheng, trembling, moved his feet, each step feeling like he was treading on the tip of a knife.
He walked to a spot a few steps away from Zhao Zun, not daring to get closer, with his head bowed and his voice trembling.
"Zhao... Mr. Zhao, I didn't... didn't mean it, they were trying to escape..."
"Hmph!" Zhao Zun snorted coldly.
"This time, if not for my timely arrival, you almost made a huge mistake. Zhang Shiyang is a talented person, unlike Cao Xiong and Li Gang, those fools, who deserve to die. Zhang Shiyang can contribute greatly to the development of Canzhou. If he were shot dead by you, that would be a huge loss."
