An Ziqing had no reaction at all, as if Jia Luo's actions were not surprising to her.
"An Ziqing! Take a good look at how that man treats you!" Ling Chuan shouted at An Ziqing.
An Ziqing didn't care how Jia Luo treated her at all.
What did it matter if she saw it clearly or not?
Jia Luo turned An Ziqing's face, his fingers caressing the cheek grazed by a bullet, "The bet between me and Ling Shao is that I, Jia Luo, can leave safely today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jia Luo grabbed An Ziqing's neck.
He lifted her up with one hand.
An Ziqing's face turned red from pain and suffocation, her legs kicking helplessly in the air.
Jia Luo looked at Ling Chuan again, "Ling Shao, do you believe I'll win this bet?"
His hand tightened, allowing An Ziqing to moan in pain.
Ling Chuan's eyes were red with anger, not expecting Jia Luo to pull this move!
His body leaned forward, but he restrained himself, tightly gripping the gun in his hand, ready to fire at any moment.
