After saying the last word, Qian Bozhan suddenly snatched a gun from a bodyguard nearby and pointed it at his own head.
He knew Tang Jue hated being threatened with conditions the most and never forgave betrayers. Plus, Tang Jue likely wouldn't believe what he said. So, to give his wife and child a glimmer of hope, he could only use his life to prove his sincerity.
The next second, what awaited him was not the anticipated death. Instead, the gun in his hand hadn't even fired before a bullet knocked it to the ground.
Clutching his palm, which felt numb from the immense impact, he stared in shock at the man in the wheelchair.
Was this... a sign to spare his life?
The assistant and bodyguards exchanged looks. In their eyes, Qian Bozhan was already a dead man. No matter how moving his words, would their boss, this living King Yan, soften because of that? It must be a joke!
But the fact was, not only was Qian Bozhan still alive, he hadn't even shed a drop of blood.
