A sudden tension filled the air and the man pointed the gun at Xia Ruya again.
Xia Ruya quivered from head to toe and stared at the gun in terror. The black opening of the barrel sent chills down her spine and caused her breathing to quicken. Soon, she began to sob and wheeze while her throat turned dry. She instinctively took a few steps back.
She licked her dry lips and murmured, "I… I only have these…"
The man walked towards her in his combat leather boots, causing squeaky sounds to be heard along the safety passageway. It sounded like death.
Xia Ruya got the goosebumps and stared at the gun that was nearing her. She wanted to scream but could not bring herself to. "I… I still have some money in my bank card. Why don't… I… I go get it for you from the ATM?"
However, the gun was pressed against her forehead before she could even finish speaking. It was so cold and hard that her blood coagulated. Her lips trembled and she was at a loss for words.