Lei Shengting walked up to Li Zhiqian and said, "What's the matter, can't take it anymore? There are five more shots. If you can't bear it, then let Miss Feng take on the burden."
"No..."
Li Zhiqian struggled to spit out a word.
He reached out and grasped the gun once again.
Li Zhiqian's hands were constantly trembling, but he kept saying a few words: "Let her go, let him go..."
"There are five more bullets left in here. As soon as the bullets run out, we will naturally let him go. The condition is, you can't die before the bullets are used up, or the remaining ones will go to Miss Phoenix,";
Li Zhiqian was panting heavily, he had been shot several times, but none were vital.
His precision with firearms was also astonishingly accurate.
Otherwise, when Xiao Zhan was shot ten times, not every shot would hit a vital spot.
Ironically, now Li Zhiqian must also endure these ten shots, with each one not allowed to kill.
