"I'll introduce you to my new baby. I'll make a vest for you to fight for self-defense." Song Chi boasted.

his eyes were darkened under little Ding's sunglasses. When his right hand was loosened, he let go of his gun. Suddenly a sharp knife point came out of his sleeve and pointed it at Song Chi's neck. "There is a lot of poison in it. As long as you cut your skin, no one can save you. If you don't believe it, you can try whether it's my hand or their gun."

song Chi chuckled quietly, "well, you have to think about it. I'm dead. Qian Jin has to blame...