Yuan You's eyes had begun to turn white, and his brain was obviously beginning to refuse to think.

He retreated step by step... and retreated towards the door!

"It must be Mr. GHOST... it must be him! Sorry... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have started to embezzle the public funds of the organization during the time when you just passed away! I shouldn't have taken the initiative to expand new markets! I... I admit that I have ambitions... but everything I did is really for Liuying to be good! It's true!"

"So...please... let me go... don't kill me...please don't kill me!!!"

The man looked upwards and began to mumble at the fluorescent light on the ceiling.

Did he... see hallucinations?

The man's expression had become completely crazy. He was just mumbling there and explaining to the empty air.

Suddenly! He seemed to be extremely scared, turned around and ran towards the gate!

This move completely shocked Sun Long and Huang Xiaoyan who were getting closer! But when they realized that they wanted to chase him, the man's hand was already on the gate...

"stop--!"

Wow————————!

Gunshots sounded from Qiao Feng's side.

This deafening sound penetrated his eardrums, and his nose was filled with a smell of smoke with a slight smell of blood.

At this moment, time seemed to have paused.

Even the gunshot seemed to turn into a continuous noise that would never stop, and it rang back and forth in my ears.

In the stagnant flow of time, Qiao Feng turned his head with difficulty and his eyes fell on the pistol.

The extremely humble sparks bloomed silently at the muzzle.

The gun chamber slowly pushed back, and the movement was as slow as a snail crawling.

In his eyes, the blooming of the muzzle spark was reflected, and then it was extinguished. Then, for a moment, it seemed as if it had fallen into endless stillness...

How long has the time been paused?

Qiao Feng didn't know.

The only thing I know is that in this space where all the time is paused, the sparks at the muzzle disappear... After a moment, Yuan You, who was holding the door handle, was on the back of his head...

A large area of ​​red and white objects bloom like flowers!

Flowers, blooming...

Then, the paints applied to the flowers attached the thick door panel and kept the flower in a flat form.

Yuan You, who provided all the raw materials for this gorgeous blooming flower, now fell slowly to the side bit by bit. The hand holding the door handle also released directly, forever...leaving away from what he had finally grasped.

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Qiao Feng, stunned.

He stared blankly at Yuan You who had completely stopped moving in front of him. For a moment, even his breathing had stopped.

Killer, Zhao Jiangyuan.

The smile on his face was deeply imprinted in Qiao Feng's retina.

The "God of Death" who had personally harvested a life now put away the gun in his hand, walked to Yuan You's body, and picked up his gun that fell to the ground.

Disintegrate skillfully and pop up bullets. After counting...

He put all the bullets in front of everyone and smiled and said, "He has not lie. Brother Yuan has indeed never fired a gun. Well, he is really an honest person."

Qiao Feng's pupils dilated, and his gaze moved from the face of this light-tongued killer to Yuan You's body there.

Although, three corpses were already present before this.

But this was the first time he really watched someone die in front of him!

Suddenly, a strong sense of nausea churned directly from the stomach.

This feeling made him suddenly put down the stool in his hand, kneel on the ground, and vomited in big mouthfuls. Perhaps it was because he hadn't eaten all day today, all he vomited was the clean water.

Is it embarrassing?

Very embarrassing.

As a gangster, Qiao Feng once imagined that he might really face the dead one day.

Maybe one day, I will kill someone in a fight.

This is a very normal life trajectory for gangsters. Although many people have not experienced it, many people are walking along this road.

He also imagined how he felt after killing someone...

He originally thought he had already been ready to face the corpse and death suddenly.

But he also knew that he had told him clearly about his embarrassment now.

There is always a gap between imagination and real situations.

When witnessing a person's death, the terror that surges from the depths of his heart is really insurmountable no matter how much imagination it makes...

Ye Jun also held up the gun. But after seeing Qiao Feng next to him in such a shameful appearance, he put away the gun, walked over, pulled Qiao Feng up, moved a chair, and let him sit down near the corner of the wall and rest.

When Zhao Jiangyuan saw the little brother's appearance, he smiled and said in agreement: "For the first time? He is really immature. However, after you pass this hurdle, you should be able to understand how ridiculous and childish your past gangster career looks to us. But..."

The killer reassembled Yuan You's pistol and stuffed a bullet into it.

"You are only sixteen years old and you have a lot of time to hone in the future. The key issue is..."

He glanced at everyone here.

"Can we survive from this hell now?"

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Time passes in seconds.

After Zhao Jiangyuan's words just now, no one was willing to say a word.

Everyone fell into silence, either sitting, standing, smoking, adjusting their guns, or grinding cold weapons such as daggers in their hands. At the same time, they were also vigilant to keep a certain distance from others.

Of course, on Qiao Feng's side, there was a sour smell of stomach acid.

"for you."

When Qiao Feng felt that he was about to feel exhausted from vomiting, a white and slender hand stretched out next to him. He was pinching a handkerchief on his finger.

He raised his head and saw the princess's face with a little concern and tenderness. He took the handkerchief with a faint fragrance in shame and wiped the corner of his mouth.

“…………………I’m sorry, princess.”

"Why apologize to me?"

The princess stretched out her hand and put it on Qiao Feng's chair, smiling gently.

"Because... I disappoint you, Princess. I... I'm embarrassed."

Qiao Feng is really ashamed.

Fortunately, I was thinking about how to perform well in front of the princess. But in the end, I was so sad that I vomited all over the floor.

But the blonde princess closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

"No, you are not embarrassed. It should be said that you are acting normally."

Qiao Feng was a little confused, turned his head and looked at the princess's beautiful face.

"You have never seen a real murder before, are you? So the first time I saw it, and it looked so miserable, it is normal to have such a reaction. Because this means that you are a normal person. You are a person who is just a simple gangster, just like Mr. He said."

The princess turned her head and looked at the killers sitting or standing there, and a little fear appeared in her eyes.

"I used to believe you just because you were Mr. He's introduction, so I barely believed in you. But now, it's because you vomited that I believe that you are really a person who has no background and has not experienced strong storms. If you can still be very quiet after seeing someone die in front of you with your own eyes, I will only think you are very scary. Because you are like those killers. Either you have experienced ups and downs, your background is not simple, or you are mentally abnormal and difficult to control."
Chapter completed!