The sound of gunfire drew Rong Shaoze’s attention, and he turned around, his fierce gaze falling upon them.
Seeing Lin Xinlan’s figure, his pupils contracted slightly and his eyes became even darker.
Lin Xinlan met his gaze, and her eyes immediately filled with sorrow.
What were they to do? Would they all die?
The man with the mask took out an earpiece, placed it in his ear, and dialed his phone.
The cellphone rang, and Rong Shaoze glanced at the number before answering with a slight furrowing of his brows.
"Rong Shaoze, you didn’t expect your transaction location to be leaked, did you?" the man said into his headset, with a faint smile on his face and a hint of triumph in his tone.
"Who are you?" Rong Shaoze asked in a deep voice, his voice devoid of warmth, "If you’re after me, have the guts to face me, what kind of man uses a woman to threaten me?"
He had already guessed the purpose of their kidnapping Lin Xinlan.
They wanted to use Lin Xinlan’s life to force him into surrender!
His provocation was ineffective against the man, who laughed with indifference, "There’s no need for fair tactics to deal with someone like you, killing you is enough."
Lin Xinlan knew they were speaking on the phone, and she hastily shouted, "Rong Shaoze, don’t worry about me, run for your life. Even if you die, I will too!"
She wasn’t naive; if they were really using her to threaten Rong Shaoze and took his life, she wouldn’t survive either should Rong Shaoze die.
These people were not honorable; they would eradicate the roots, never leaving any trouble for the future.
Hearing her voice, warmth surged in Rong Shaoze’s heart. Was she considering his well-being?
"What exactly do you want?" he asked.
The man chuckled lightly and said carelessly, "If you can take three bullets from me and not die, I will let you go."
Lin Xinlan’s expression paled slightly.
"Rong Shaoze, you mustn’t listen to him, run away!"
Three bullets, how could he possibly endure them.
Smith had just been killed by a single shot...
"If you don’t take my three shots, I’ll kill this woman," the man said as he shifted his rifle to press against Lin Xinlan’s heart.
Her breathing hitched, and her face turned somewhat pale.
Rong Shaoze gripped his phone tightly, his eyes filled with gloom, "I’m not a fool. If you kill me, how would I know if you’d spare her?"
The man curved his lips in a mocking smile, laughing, "You’re right. After you die, I can’t guarantee I won’t kill her. But do you have a choice?"
His words carried a chilling murderous intent.
If Rong Shaoze didn’t willingly take his three shots, he really would kill Lin Xinlan.
Lin Xinlan shook her head in distress and helplessness, "Rong Shaoze, I’m begging you, just go, don’t agree to his terms. I don’t love you, and it’s not worth losing your life over me. Please go, I don’t want to be your burden..."
Even without hearing Rong Shaoze’s voice, she could deduce from the man’s words that Rong Shaoze might very well agree.
She didn’t want him to lose his life for her, or else her heart would never find peace for the rest of her life.
She would rather die than be a burden to him.
From a distance, Rong Shaoze watched Lin Xinlan, his focused gaze locked onto her face, a determination flashing in his eyes, he had made his decision.
"I want to speak to her," he requested simply.
The man hesitated for a moment, then inserted an earpiece into Lin Xinlan’s ear.
Lin Xinlan too, looked at him from afar, hearing his shallow breathing in the phone, her tears immediately began to fall.