Even so, the man still had the bloodlust, the wild nature.
Like a lurking leopard, capable of delivering a fatal blow in an unguarded moment.
Looking at him on the brink of death, perhaps... there is an incredible explosiveness.
Doesn't accept fate, nor does he value life.
This is the most obscure characteristic, engraved in the bones of Tang Si.
That person was very aware of this trait as well.
"Why are you... so overconfident?" He approached Tang Si, carrying a sniper rifle, walking with light footsteps.
The black eyes under the baseball cap stared at his blood-stained hand.
He raised his hand and pinched his wrist, aiming the dark gun barrel at his own chest, his tone tinged with laughter: "With the tiny strength you have now, can you pull the trigger?"
"I'm right in front of you, fire a shot and let me see?" Gradually, there's a touch of ridicule, an act of observation.
As if watching a play mercilessly, more like a mocking from above.
