Yue Xiaofei was stunned.
He had imagined Zhao Mengsheng getting angry, cursing at him, even beating him.
But he had never imagined that this Nine-Star God of War, a man who commanded respect wherever he went, would force his hand like this.
How much resolve did that take? How deep did his feelings run?
"Uncle Zhao, you've lost your mind!"
Yue Xiaofei cried out and reached for the gun.
"Don't move!"
Zhao Mengsheng roared, his finger tight on the trigger. "Take one more step and I'll shoot. I mean it."
Jin Dapao's face went white with fright. His voice cracked as he shouted, "Zhao, what the hell are you doing? Put the gun down! This isn't something to joke about!"
The members of the Reverse Scale Squad were dumbstruck too. They stood frozen in place, not daring to move.
Zhao Mengsheng stared at Yue Xiaofei, his eyes filled with a resolve to see this through at any cost.
"Xiaofei, I've never begged anyone in my life. Today, I'm begging you to stay alive."
"Look at the sky. It's pitch-black out there. The Dragon Kingdom needs people like you right now. If you die here, you'll only bring grief to your loved ones and joy to your enemies."
"I should've lost my life on the battlefield years ago. Your father carried me out of a pile of corpses."
"I've been living on borrowed time ever since. If I give that life back to him today, it'll have been worth it!"
Yue Xiaofei looked at the dark muzzle pressed against Zhao Mengsheng's chest...
He knew Zhao Mengsheng wasn't bluffing.
For an old soldier like him, loyalty was everything.
To protect Yue Changlong's only child, Zhao Mengsheng really would do it.
Yue Xiaofei tasted salt at the back of his throat as a