"Hmm... so the system told you all of this?"
Jiang Ze looked at him expressionlessly, his voice devoid of emotion.
Shen Yun glanced up at him with a hint of pity.
"Since you don't have much longer to live, I'll be merciful and tell you. You're nothing but a pathetic pawn. Do you really think Meng Zhiyuan will come out of this unscathed?"
At the mention of Meng Zhiyuan, Jiang Ze pressed his lips together.
Seeing what seemed to be fear on his face, Shen Yun curled his lips in satisfaction and waved to the men, saying nothing more.
Jiang Ze frowned and kicked hard at the thug lunging toward him. Amid the chaos, he glanced at Shen Yun, who was watching with undisguised relish, and smiled.
"Do you really think I'm the only pawn?"
Shen Yun froze, then fixed him with a vicious stare.
The sounds of fighting mingled with chaotic shouts. Jiang Ze took a few hits; after all, he was badly outnumbered.
But he didn't panic. He darted past the crowd and ran for the door.
Bang!
Another gunshot rang out. Jiang Ze paused at the sight of the bullet hole in the door in front of him, and the men immediately surrounded him, blocking his way.
"Go on, run. Why aren't you running now...?"
The thugs were furious after being led on such a long chase by a young man who looked so frail. Seeing his fair, clean-cut face, they began entertaining vile thoughts.
Their gazes turned lecherous as they looked at Jiang Ze.
"Enough talk. Hurry up and finish this!"
Shen Yun's voice was icy. He wanted nothing more than to shoot Jiang Ze right then, but he still wanted to watch him suffer.
Jiang Ze leaned against the door. The phone in his pocket