He turned on the light and then spun around, gripping Su Qinghou's wrist. With a forceful twist, he snatched the gun away, "Feeling weak all over, aren't you?"
Su Qinghou could barely stand, staggering about.
"That's right, weakness." Jiang Zhi kicked him, then leant over, pinning him down with one knee on his shoulder, "You had to provoke me, and this is the consequence."
The muzzle of the gun turned towards Su Qinghou.
Su Qinghou was still wearing a bathrobe, with the belt around his waist loosened, his lapel half-open, barely concealing his form, "Even drugging me, does Zhou Xufang know how despicable you are?"
Jiang Zhi pressed down harder with his foot on Su Qinghou's shoulder, pinning him to the ground, and poked him in the chest with the gun, "Speaking as if you're some kind of noble."
Su Qinghou, drained of strength, didn't struggle anymore and laid there, looking at Jiang Zhi, "Have you ever killed anyone?"
Jiang Zhi replied, "No."
