Arthur's eyebrows twitched, and the hand hanging by his side clenched tightly, veins bulging. In all these years, few had managed to anger him so, with the exception of the last encounter with White Wolf. And what end did White Wolf meet?
"Chen Ziqian, I won't kill you, but that's not absolute! This is your last chance, remember that!" Arthur pointed at Chen Ziqian with an expression full of gloom.
"Arthur, there's no need to threaten me. If I were afraid of you, I wouldn't be standing here right now!"
"Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?" In an instant, Arthur had already drawn a handgun and aimed it straight at Chen Ziqian's forehead, his loud voice sufficient to express his anger at the moment.
"Brother, don't!" Seeing this, Suxin panicked and quickly grabbed Arthur's right hand, which was holding the gun, trying to pull it down, but Arthur's arm was too strong. Despite her best efforts, Arthur's hand didn't budge, still aiming the gun at Chen Ziqian.
