Facing the muzzle of the gun, Lin Chen showed no fear as he slowly walked towards Yuri.
"You, don't come any closer!" Yuri saw Lin Chen getting nearer and suddenly his face turned ghostly pale.
The hand holding the gun trembled involuntarily.
Lin Chen snorted coldly, "Weren't you going to shoot me dead? Shoot then!"
A fierce look appeared in Yuri's eyes, "Kid, I originally wanted to torture you properly, but since you're seeking death, I'll grant it to you."
Saying that, Yuri prepared to pull the trigger.
However, just as his finger curled around the trigger, he suddenly felt a chill in his arm and blood splattered before his eyes.
The next instant, he was horrified to discover that his right arm, which was holding the gun, was swiftly falling, landing in a pool of blood.
"Ah!" My arm.
Yuri's face turned pale, and the severe pain made him emit a heart-wrenching scream.