Bab 911: Who Is Your Target?

At this moment, the gun he carried was right in front of his forehead. The black muzzle was extremely cold. With just one trigger, his head would explode.

Jian Ai picked up the poison on the coffee table and slowly walked back to the man. She raised the thing in front of him and smiled coldly. "Did you do this too?"

The man instinctively shrunk his neck. He knew that the thing in Jian Ai's hand was poisonous.

"If you answer me honestly, I can consider letting you live!" Jian Ai looked at the man and said coldly.

The man's Adam's apple moved subconsciously, as if he was a bit afraid, but his eyes did not show any fear. As a professional killer, he had never been afraid of death.

His fear came from Jian Ai's inexplicable superpower. This had exceeded his understanding of this world.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jian Ai raised her eyebrows and snorted. "Alright, I've already given you a chance. You didn't cherish it."