"Did Cheng Zhijie send you?"
Yang Cheng asked coldly, chambering a bullet at the same time.
"Boss, I don't know any Cheng Zhijie. I just wanted some money to spend. We know we were wrong. Please, be generous and give us a chance."
The leading man's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes full of terror.
Bang!
Yang Cheng didn't touch him; he simply shifted the gun and shot the other man with a real gun dead.
The man fell stiffly to the ground without closing his eyes, blood gushing out of his chest, staining his clothes red.
Yang Cheng bent down to pick up the gun, weighed it in his hand, and laughed: "Now I have both real guns. Do you think you can still walk away alive?"
"You... How do you know?"
The leading man looked at Yang Cheng in utter disbelief.
"You think this little trick can fool me? I'll ask you once more, did Cheng Zhijie send you?"
The dark muzzle was again pressed against the leading man's head, the intense fear breaking out in cold sweat all over him.
