บท 565: Make or Break

The car window was open. An Ying's voice sounded cold to the bone.

Huang He let out a bitter chuckle. "Brother Ying? So you're asking me to die?"

"Aren't you willing to give up your life for Brother Ying?"

"I'm scared of death."

"So you're unwilling?"

"I don't want to die."

"I see!" An Ying was smiling, his wrinkles showed deeply at the eyes. He slowly raised his hand, the dark muzzle of the gun was now pointing directly at Huang He's head. "What about now? Are you willing to give up your life for Brother Ying, huh?"

Huang He's eyebrows turned downwards at the corners and he decided to not say anything.

With a gun to his head, he knew that anything he said would be pointless.

So he kept quiet.

"Brother Ying!"

It was the driver who broke the silence.

"We're reaching Hongshan Bridge very soon." The driver sounded nervous. "I think the cops might have set up a roadblock ahead…"