Mu Fan looked down at the revolver spinning on the ground as it gradually came to a stop.
Not only him, but the gaze of Wang Nuonuo, Gaoling Ze, and everyone else was focused on the revolver.
What was this about!?
What did Donatello mean by this?
"Pick it up, you have two ways to get out."
"First, pick it up, shoot Miss Nuonuo three times, and you can leave."
"Second, pick it up, shoot yourself three times, and you can leave."
"How about it? Am I not merciful? Hahahahaha." The sick smile made Donatello's face look bizarre under the warehouse lighting, with the sharp knife still pressing against Wang Nuonuo's pale neck.
Gaoling Ze first widened his eyes, then let out a sigh, "This is... way too thrilling, Young Master Tang, setting everything else aside, among all of us here, I only admire you."
