"I..." The man with a waxy face sweated heavily.

Jiang Ye sighed in disappointment and picked up the revolver on the table.

The waxy man was even more frightened. He had given others a choice, but when that person was ungrateful, he didn't mind giving that person a ride. He felt that Jiang Ye probably had this mentality now.

Since he doesn't make a decision, the person in front of him will definitely not mind sending him a ride.

However, the development of things was beyond his expectations. This man who looked like a rich young man actually pointed a gun at his own head.

"Since you don't start first, then start with me."

Jiang Ye pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

Empty gun.

After firing the gun, Jiang Ye handed the revolver again: "Start, I'm a little tired of it."

Jiang Ye's face was filled with an impatient look. If he didn't dare to shoot, Jiang Ye wouldn't mind letting Guiying send him a ride.

The waxy man grabbed the revolver and pressed it hard on his temple.

"Bang."

One shot pierces through.

"Ah!" The woman huddled in a corner of the sofa screamed.

Jiang Ye picked up the revolver: "What is the trick to excellent comedy?"

“It’s the ‘time’.”

As he said that, he pointed at the woman huddled in the corner of the sofa.
Chapter completed!