Seeing Lin Yi suddenly make a move, Su Yu'an's entire body jolted. His pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't help but take a step forward.
"Stop, Lin Yi! Are you crazy? Why are you trying to hurt someone? I told you I would help you!"
Is Lin Yi really insane?
He had clearly hesitated before; why did he suddenly flip out?
Lin Yi aimed the hunting rifle at Su Yu'an, his eyes tinged with a bloodthirsty crimson.
"Mr. Su, you're quite the silver-tongued speaker. You almost convinced me. But unfortunately, I'm not stupid. I know you're just stalling for time. There are already police downstairs, aren't there? Today, I am determined to die. Having a few more to bury with me doesn't make it a loss!"
Faint noises could be heard from downstairs. On the edge of the floor, Lin Qian, pale-faced, indeed spotted several figures downstairs rushing toward them rapidly.
Lin Yi's vigilance—who would have thought he was this sharp—had picked up the arrival of the police.