บท 117: Guns

Wang San didn't say anything. He really couldn't tell these people about their base. If he did, Boss would kill him.

Boss may treat him like a brother, but Wang San knew that person very well; Boss loved himself the most and if you offended him, he would definitely kill you.

Lin Qing looked mockingly at Wang San. "You really have character, don't you? I wonder if your mouth is tougher or our dagger."

Lin Qing played with the dagger that Qin Yi gifted him; the small dagger reflected a cold light and it was extremely sharp.

If Wang San didn't want to confess, he, Lin Qing, had a way.

Wang San looked at the dangerous smile on Lin Qing's face and his heart trembled, but he still didn't say a word. Even if he died today, he couldn't reveal the truth because his younger brother was still in their hands.

That was his only family. Although Wang San was bad, he still cherished his younger brother.