Who Do You Want To Be Eaten By?

Dell was finally relieved.

Fali walked up with the gun. Chen Zhao approached her and grabbed the gun.

"Darling, don't use the gun again." Chen Zhao held Fali's hands. Her hands were cold and trembling.

She was clearly shocked as well, but she was more concerned about Chen Zhao's injury.

"Chen, your shoulder."

"It's fine. Just a small wound." Even if Chen Zhao was about to cry in pain, he had to hold it.

"How do we handle them?" Fali pointed at Bart and Jonal.

Chen Zhao kept silent...

After a while, he said, "I don't want to call the police."

Fali suddenly snatched the gun from Chen Zhao. "I'll do it."

Chen Zhao quickly seized the gun. "You'll do nothing. Go back to the bedroom."

Chen Zhao turned his head and glanced at Dell. "Dell, you should leave now."

"Chen, who do you think I am? I won't tell anyone about it. Also, I don't think I can keep myself out of it," Dell said excitedly.