"Fuck your mother, everyone earned this money together. Why should this little brat get to take it all himself?"
Xu Jun yanked Chen Yu Bo's head back and roared, "Old Lin, Chen Xingzhou is practically dead already. Why are you still stubbornly holding on? Can you even hold on?! Take the money, split it up, and go your separate ways—wouldn't that be better?!"
"No."
Old Lin tore off a piece of the tablecloth and wiped the blood from his hands, expressionless. "If it's your money, you should take it and take it with a clear conscience. If it isn't yours, you can't touch it. Touch it once, and you'll set yourself on fire, dying without even a place to be buried."
"Fuck dying! I'll send this little bastard to see his brother right now!"
Seeing that there was no hope of survival, Xu Jun's face twisted viciously. He pulled the trigger without hesitation. "Eat shit, motherfucker!"
Unfortunately, there was no resounding blast, no spray of blood.
There was only the clicking of a jammed gun.
Once, then again.
He pulled the trigger frantically, but beneath Ji Jue's gaze, it was useless.
In the end, as the look on his face shifted from savagery to terror, all that remained was blank stupor. He stared dazedly at Old Lin as he approached, and finally understood.
He tossed aside the gun and gave a contemptuous smile, about to say something, when a hand seized him by the throat.
Then, thick smoke and sparks burst from his mouth and nose!
In an instant, the terrified, struggling man was burned to ashes in his grasp. Strands of flame flowed like tiny streams into Old Lin's mouth and nose. His eyes were pitch-black, like caves leading into a pit of earthly fire, and a scarlet flash