Cao Zhian almost wet himself in fear.
He looked at Lu Chuan not far away, and although the latter was in a wretched state, with his clothes nearly reduced to rags and his face scratched by tree branches,
those eyes were bright, and the barrel of the gun in his hand was pointed directly at him.
Raise the gun?
Cao Zhian wanted to raise his gun, but he didn't dare.
It's over.
Cao Zhian knew he was finished.
Over the years, no one knew better than Cao Zhian himself how many crimes he had committed.
Not just the crimes committed while hunting in the mountains, he couldn't even remember how many people had died or how many women he had used.
From the moment he embarked on this path, Cao Zhian never imagined he would have a good end one day.
So, what should he do?
If he didn't resist now, the only thing waiting for him was a dead end.
So...
Despite his fear, facing Lu Chuan's gun barrel, Cao Zhian suddenly crouched down.
Bang!
Bang!
