"Then I'll order it for you."

As she spoke, Yan Qingcheng took out a lighter, held it high in her hand, and lit it.

An insignificant cluster of flames made Yan Qingcheng's expression extremely firm and decisive.

"Put down the lighter."

Ye Hetu took out a pistol as fast as lightning, pointed it at Yan Qingcheng, and shouted in a deep voice, "Otherwise I will shoot."

unexpectedly.

Yan Qingcheng shrugged indifferently, "Just shoot."

"Aim for my head."

"But I promise, I can definitely throw the lighter into the old house before your bullet goes into my head."

At this time, the Yan family's old house was covered in gasoline.

Just a spark can ignite it in an instant.

Ye Hetu was stunned for a moment.

He never expected that Yan Qingcheng would be so tough.

This operation is probably going to fail.

"Why haven't you shot yet?"

Yan Qingcheng's urging made Ye Hetu even more unprepared.

"Shoot!"

Yan Qingcheng's voice suddenly became louder, and she quickly came to Ye Hetu and directly pressed her forehead against the muzzle of Ye Hetu's gun.

Ye Hetu has met countless people and experienced countless battles in his life, but this is the first time he has seen someone as tough as Yan Qingcheng.

Snap!

Ye Hetu's hand softened, and the gun in his hand immediately fell to the ground.

At this moment, an angry and resentful voice sounded loudly, "You loser, you can't even deal with a bitch?"
Chapter completed!