On Zhao Hui's face, where once there was unmistakable terror, now only self-confidence and arrogance were written.
He behaved as if he didn't take Chen Wei into consideration at all.
Why?
Of course, because he had a gun in his hand.
In Zhao Hui's view, with a gun, he was akin to the Grim Reaper holding the scythe that could harvest others' lives.
Killing Chen Wei could be done anytime and anywhere, all depending on whether he felt like it or not.
But Zhao Hui didn't want Chen Wei to die so easily; he wanted to torture and humiliate him thoroughly before coldly erasing him.
He wanted Chen Wei to experience what it felt like to wish for death before his final moments!
Zhao Hui was willing to admit that sometimes he was a bit twisted inside.
But what of it? What could Chen Wei possibly do to him?
Could he actually resist him?
However, in the next second, the expression on Zhao Hui's face changed dramatically as he saw Chen Wei walking toward him with no sign of fear.