"You should kill yourself."
Wang Hao looked at Ji Aimin, speaking lightly.
After all, he was a big shot, and having played the role of the neighbor's sneaky man, he should at least leave him some dignity.
"Hahaha."
Ji Aimin laughed bitterly, his face full of desolation:
"I never imagined that I, Ji Aimin, would end up like this. The apocalypse, damn apocalypse!"
The end times, where everything starts anew.
The existence of superpowers has added so many uncertainties.
He exhaled a long breath, shakily lifting his hand, pointing the gun at his temple.
"Victors become kings, losers become thieves. Today, I lost. There's nothing more to say, but Wang Hao, can you spare my son?"
With a face full of pleading, Ji Aimin looked at Wang Hao:
"He's just a spoiled child, without any superpowers, posing no threat to you."
"Do you think that without your protection, he, a second-generation wastrel, could survive in this apocalyptic world?"
Wang Hao looked at Ji Aimin, asked calmly.
