"No... I don't want your help!"
Jiang Qingping fiercely bit his lip corner, his face twisted and ferocious as he stared at her, only stopping this self-harming act as he tasted blood and drew breaths in gasps.
That blood looked so glaring!
Zhan Se pursed her lips, daring not to provoke him further, and silently shifted the conversation.
"What do you do for a living? How come you have these things on you?"
Homemade bombs, homemade grenades—though crude, not everyone could make them without some technical know-how and materials. Zhan Se couldn't grasp this. Moreover, if Jiang Qingping's original intention was to kill Gan Lanlan with them, why did she end up dead in the swimming pool?
Jiang Qingping glared at her with bloodshot eyes, his finger on the detonator, as he issued a vicious threat.
"I told you it's none of your business. If you ask me again, I—I'll take all of us down together! You, and her, you'll all die."