Chapter 24 President: He's Just a Pawn

"Bang, your head will bloom."

What can Subei do, he is also desperate.

His bound hand finally reached the pocket pistol hidden in his clothes.

But because the hands are still tied, there is no way to operate.

Seeing that the gleaming scalpel was about to stab his head, Subei turned over and rolled off the operating table.

The surgical equipment was knocked to the ground, and Subei quickly touched a knife and cut off the rope in his hand.

Backhand is a shot out.

The man obviously didn't expect Subei to hide the gun, clutching his injured arm and saying, "Catch him for me!"

Subei stumbled to escape and found that all the doors were closed, and he could only see the surging waves hitting the shore outside the window.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he fired a few more shots at the chasing people, preventing them from getting close.

Suddenly, someone hurried in and said to the man who was frightening Northern Jiangsu, "Boss, Feng Xinglang has brought someone here."

Subei heard it too, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall and panting.

The man's face was no longer as gentle as before, he looked at Subei sternly, "You said, is his life more important, or is your life more important?"

Subei squinted his peach blossom eyes and smiled slightly, "I want to know more whether your life is more important or mine."

The man snorted coldly, "Catch him at any cost!"

Those people approached North Jiangsu again, and the man said proudly: "This kind of pistol has only six bullets in a clip, and you have already used five."

Subei's palms were sweating, but he couldn't be afraid. He leaned against the wall with a smile and said, "Just like you don't know I have a pistol, you also don't know if I have a pistol, don't you?"

The man didn't stop his subordinates because of Subei's words. He said indifferently, "Even if you run out of bullets, even if you have more than a gun, there are times when you will show your flaws."

Obviously, in this psychological game, North Jiangsu lost.

Subei was directly pressed to the ground, and at the same time, the door was violently kicked open.

Feng Xinglang walked in with a sullen look, looking at that person as if he were dead.

The man walked to Subei, grabbed Subei's hair and forced him to look up, "Feng Xinglang, Feng Xinglang, I hid for three years, but you still found out."

"But I want to know, whether you want this kid's life or your own."

"If you want to save this kid, then you shoot yourself."

Feng Xinglang glanced at North Jiangsu with no emotion at all, as if he was looking at an unimportant person, "Your role is to draw you out. Since you have already appeared, he is useless."

The man shook his head slightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, what a ruthless person, little friend, you said how good it would be for you to cooperate with me."

"Heard no, he's just taking advantage of you."

After finishing speaking, he punched Subei in the abdomen, and Subei groaned, his expression distorted because of the pain.

That person's eyes were always on Feng Xinglang, as if he wanted to verify whether Feng Xinglang had feelings for North Jiangsu.

However, the expression on Feng Xinglang's face did not change at all, as if North Jiangsu was really just treated as an abandoned child by him.

The man took the gun he took from Subei and touched it, "Since it's a chess piece, why give him such a good thing?"

Feng Xinglang raised his hand and pointed the black muzzle at the man, "I don't need to explain to you."