Song Ling first slapped Zhang Kun hard across the back of the head, then pulled out a gun and pressed it against his skull.
Zhang Kun's lackeys nearby had been hesitating over whether to help him. Once they saw the gun, that settled it-not one of them dared approach.
They really were a disorganized rabble. Would any of them actually put their lives on the line for Zhang Kun?
What a joke.
They would share the good times, but when trouble came, their boss could deal with it himself.
Zhang Kun was dumbfounded. He had no idea what was going on. Why was he hitting me?
With a gun pressed against his head, Zhang Kun genuinely didn't dare move. As a level two elemental system user, what grounds did he have to stand up to a gun?
Zhang Kun was terrified. Even before the Apocalypse, he had never been in the same league as Zhao Hai and his crowd.
I used knives. They used guns.
Song Ling smiled. "Boss Chen, this punk was plotting against you, so I've taken him down for you. Just say the word, and we'll deal with him."
Zhang Kun finally figured it out. Zhao Hai and Song Ling had known Chen Luo all along. They had pretended to agree to his proposal, then ambushed him.
Damn it! They actually resorted to dirty tricks like this!
Zhang Kun snapped, "Song Ling, you're a man with a reputation, yet you have no honor at all. Aren't you ashamed?"
Song Ling sneered. "I'm nobody important. After all, you're Boss Kun, while I'm just a lackey."
"Cut the crap. Get on your knees before Boss Chen."
There was a vicious gleam in Song Ling's eyes that made Zhang Kun's legs go weak.
Zhang Kun didn't waste much time before