As the chill surged up his heart, Zhang Boyong's heart was filled with ice-cold sensations. At this moment, looking at Lu Yu before him, he only felt his throat tightening, with growing tension and fear in his heart.
Even after weathering great storms in the business world, now faced with the ominous gun barrel, Zhang Boyong could only feel waves of dread.
After all, everyone fears death, especially since his own son Zhang Yaowei died right in front of him. Such circumstances indeed made Zhang Boyong quite terrified.
"Are you scared?"
Looking at the fearful eyes of Zhang Boyong, Lu Yu opened his mouth coldly, his words carrying a hint of chill and a trace of mocking.
"I'm not!"
In response, Zhang Boyong spoke coldly, his words showing toughness, as if truly fearless.
"Since you're not scared, why are your hands shaking?"
Hearing Zhang Boyong's words, Lu Yu laughed coldly, mocking him as if a lion watching a cheeky little dog baring its teeth.
