Gan Lin clearly had not expected someone to keep talking tough with a gun pressed to his head.
He had seen robbers threaten victims, but never victims threaten robbers.
He really could not kill Yan Xianjue here, but putting a hole in him would not be a problem.
It would be perfect for threatening Yan Shan.
He looked Yan Xianjue over, searching for a suitable spot.
The legs would not do. Once he got what he wanted, he would still need the other man to clear the way for him.
An injured leg would only slow him down.
The face would not do either, though he still remembered how the other man had stared at his birthmark yesterday.
He had only snapped back a little, yet Yan Xianjue's brother had warned him like an overprotective parent.
But a gun was not a knife. It really was not suited for ruining someone's face.
He patted Yan Xianjue's cheek. "Should I say you're worthy of being Yan Shan's little brother, that emotionless robot's little brother? You really don't know what fear is—"
Before he could finish, Yan Xianjue grabbed his offending hand and viciously twisted it down.
"Ah—" Gan Lin cried out in pain.
He reflexively went to pull the trigger.
But Yan Xianjue was not stupid. He had been on guard against exactly that.
He swiftly turned sideways in a circle, completely reversing their positions.
Yan Xianjue pressed the pen in his hand against Gan Lin's lower back.
"Don't move," he threatened.
The sharp pain in Gan Lin's wrist restored his reason.
He realized that he had a gun, while the other man did not.
So he simply tried to shoot him behind his back.
But Yan Xianjue reacted faster. Almost as soon as he realized Gan Lin would not cooperate,