"Shut up."
Dan Hanjie's grip on the gun tightened, and his captivating eyes shimmered with a sinister gleam.
"Are you feeling guilty or afraid? Indeed, now that you have a son, imagine the irony if your mother knew her grandson was Ye Zhanxing's grandson. What would you say about that?"
"…"
Dan Hanjie's body shook, and he narrowed his evil-looking eyes.
In a split second, Dan Hanxi abruptly turned around and leaped, jumping straight off the cliff.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
By the time Dan Hanjie came to his senses, he had fired several shots, but it was too late.
He rushed forward, only in time to see a figure shrink into a tiny black dot before disappearing completely from view.
"Mr. Jie!"
Yao, along with his men, descended from the helicopter and quickly approached Dan Hanjie.
"This cliff isn't low. If Dan Hanxi jumped down, he probably didn't die, he would be crippled at best."
Yao stood at the edge of the cliff, peering out.
