"I, Shi Mei, only differentiate between wanting and not wanting when doing things. When have I ever needed a reason?" Shi Mei elegantly withdrew the gun pressed against his head. Using his finger, he gently caressed the gun barrel. His lips held a thin smile, tinged with mockery and amusement, his eyes like a vast ocean, deep to the point of being unfathomable.
Qian Hao warily watched the gun in his hand, fearing it might again be aimed at his head. With firearms, a slight mishap could lead to an accidental discharge, and his life would be forfeit.
Qian Hao took a deep breath and spoke with a hoarse voice, "Let's... let's talk this over. After all, I've had business dealings with your Shi Family before. Though it was a minor project, it was still a collaboration, wasn't it?"
Shi Mei glanced at him indifferently. The gun made a perfect spin in his hand before settling again, aimed steadily. He lowered his head and blew a breath across the gun barrel.
