"Believe it or not, I'll blow your brains out," Lan Xue said coldly, her icy murderous aura flashing like a blade, enveloping the young man, the cold barrel of the gun aimed at the young man's forehead, showing signs of erupting into violence without a word, her face an iron blue with suppressed fury, on the verge of losing control. Ghost Hand and the others watched the scene with wry smiles, but no one moved to intervene or dissuade her.
"You know that doesn't work on me," the young man said casually, his defiance burning in his gaze as he stared deeply at Lan Xue. His expression changed as if he were an unsheathed sword, emitting a suffocating radiance, and his eyes sharpened as if they could destroy everything. He spoke seriously, "I'll win you over with sincerity, I believe it, just wait and see," he said and then turned and drifted away.
"You bastard," Lan Xue, with a face blue with rage, fired a shot at the young man.