His cold gaze looked down on him as if he were an insignificant ant whose death meant nothing.
Qin Fan opened his mouth and commanded coldly, "Come here!"
"No, no, don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Hearing these two words, which sounded like a death warrant, Bao Qiudong shook his head violently and screamed.
At this point, he no longer had any doubt about Qin Fan's murderous intent. Of his family of three, only he remained. He didn't believe for a second that Qin Fan would show mercy and let him go. After all, he was the main culprit.
"I told you to come here!" Qin Fan's voice was an icy rasp as he gritted his teeth.
"No, I don't want to! I don't want to!" Shaking his head, Bao Qiudong continued his futile mental struggle.
"Come here!" Qin Fan barked impatiently, stomping his foot on the floor.
BOOM—!
