"Sure," Ku Jin flashed a confident grin. "Go ahead and shoot me, Molei. But I know you won't be able to do it."
Even when being held at gunpoint, his posture remained casual and carefree. He even had the gall to tuck his hands in his pocket, lifting a challenging brow at Jia Molei! Everything this person did— from his demeanor, his body language, his words to the subtle shift of his expression— infuriated Jia Molei to no end, turning him into an active volcano on the verge of erupting.
Angry veins pulsed on his forehead as he growled, "Wipe that cocky smirk off your face, you bastard!"
Did this person really not fear death at all? Or was he so confident that Jia Molei wouldn't be able to pull the trigger?!
As if splashing cold water in the pot of boiling oil, Ku Jin willingly spread his arms, urging Jia Molei to carry out the act. He looked absolutely gleeful as he reveled in the fury burning in Jia Molei's eyes.
