"In my lifetime, I hate being threatened the most." Xu Ke smiled emotionlessly, and a bullet suddenly shot towards Brother Ye's knee, making the man who was standing straight immediately kneel down.
"Hmm." Brother Ye's knee slammed hard onto the ground, causing secondary damage to the wound, but he stubbornly endured without screaming, whereas the woman on the bed couldn't help but scream once again,
"You better shut your mouth now, or the next shot will blow your head off." Xu Ke's gun was pointed at Brother Ye, but his eyes glanced at the woman covering her ears and screaming.
The next second, the woman shut her mouth, clearly realizing the situation.
"What do you want? As long as I have it, I'll give it to you. Please spare my life today." Brother Ye looked up at the dark barrel of the gun, beads of sweat rolling down from his forehead to the ground, and he propped himself up with one hand, trying to stand.
