Sun Yan couldn’t get a word in edgewise, feeling somewhat speechless; he simply squatted to the side and smoked, focusing on watching the commotion.
Shen Cheng took the gun back from Shi Yu’s hand, her slender fingers running over the slightly hot barrel, the smile at the corner of her lips becoming deeper and more inscrutable.
The Scarred Man was stubborn, even after getting shot, he clamped his mouth shut, refusing to spill a word.
Shen Cheng looked at him, a smile playing in her eyes, "You’ve got a backbone, shame I don’t appreciate that."
She raised the handgun, suddenly erasing her smile, "Do you know what Galoraw died from? Oh, you don’t know who Galoraw is."
She swiftly removed the magazine, emptied out three bullets, her hands moving continuously as she explained calmly, "He was a great mathematician who died playing Russian Roulette."
The Scarred Man watched Shen Cheng’s cool movements, his body, which he had just under control, started shaking uncontrollably again.
Shen Cheng lifted her hand, showing him the bullets in her palm, "Let’s make a bet."
She leaned forward slightly, pressing the muzzle against his forehead.
The Scarred Man trembled even more violently...
"There is only one bullet in the gun, and I will ask you five questions." Strands of hair fell by her ear; Shen Cheng calmly swept them back, "If you’re still alive after five questions, it means your life is not yet over."
Her eyes flickered with resoluteness, and the moment her words fell, she pulled the trigger.
The Scarred Man’s pupils dilated, his mouth agape trying to scream but unable to, his mind went blank, almost unable to tell if he was dead or alive.
"Congratulations on passing the first level, now for the second," without waiting for his reaction, she pulled the trigger again.
The Scarred Man’s body jerked involuntarily, his pupils dilating, clearly becoming less coherent.
"Lucky you, onto the third level."
Turns out the sleazy man couldn’t stand the scare, he had wet himself.
Just as Shen Cheng was about to pull the trigger again, he finally spoke out: "I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Don’t kill me!"
At the sound, Shen Cheng curved her lips into a smile and tossed the gun to Sun Yan.
Sun Yan caught the gun and came over, hammered it onto the Scarred Man’s head with force, "Should’ve spoken up earlier! You wouldn’t have needed to be shot then."
The Scarred Man’s complexion was ashen, overwhelmed by shock and with a bullet wound through his thigh, bleeding profusely, it was a gruesome sight.
His clothes were soaked in cold sweat, his eyes filled with the gratitude of a narrow escape from death.
"I’m saying... it was... it was..." He trembled, barely getting a few words out, his voice almost imperceptible.
Sun Yan, impatient, dug at his ear with his pinky, "Louder!"
Ultimately, the Scarred Man made up his mind, and divulged the mastermind behind the scenes, "It was Mr. He..."
"I...I don’t know his full name, just that everyone calls him Brother Rui... Brother Rui."
Shen Cheng had just started unbuttoning Shi Yu’s shirt, intending to check his wound, when she heard his words, her hands paused.
"Oh? He Rui?" She smiled alluringly, "If he wants to play, then we’ll give him a good game."
Her beauty, which should have been as glorious as a rose, was imbued with a chilling indifference, causing the Scarred Man to shiver uncontrollably.
Having said this, she went to check Shi Yu’s injury.
Upon inspection, there was a dark purple bruise on his chest, with a trace of blood seeping out.
Instantly, her eyebrows knotted tightly together.
Shi Yu glanced at her, his gaze suddenly heavy, and with a command, "Take him away."
"Yes!" the bodyguard acknowledged, promptly stepping forward to drag the Scarred Man away.