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Chapter 128: The Man Who Attacks the Mind (2)
It just seemed that Zuo Cheng was born with a suffocating aura.

Zuo Li was terrified, his eyes turned messily, he gritted his teeth, and did not answer.

Zuo Cheng took the words unhurriedly: "Zhang Aotian became a shareholder of Lingjiang Radio Station." After a short pause, his tone was drawn out, "Just by chance?"

Zuo Cheng, his methods and schemes - full of tricks, are all when he is calm.

After a few words, Zuo Lin lived and died several times, his back could no longer straighten up, and he collapsed limply on the ground, with only one thought in his mind: today, he is doomed.He replied softly: "No." The voice was too low, "Two or two times."

Zuo Cheng sneered lightly on his lips: "Remember never to lie in front of me, it's very clumsy." He stood up, his slender figure reflected a cold and charming shadow under the lamp, and looked down slightly, "A man who has betrayed twice before and after People, even people who lie in front of me when they are dying, do you think I will let you live?"

So far, after half-life, Zuo Lin had an epiphany: in front of Zuo Cheng, lying is more stupid than being unfaithful.That man is terrifyingly shrewd and deep!
After going around such a big circle, Zuocheng wanted someone to die, so he had no choice but to beg for mercy: "Twice, really only twice, as long as the master spares my life. I will never betray you in this life, if—"

Zuo Cheng cut off his words casually: "Do you know why I can live till now?"

Because killing people like hemp, ruthless, omnipotent, deep and terrifying...

There are only a few people in the world who dare to answer these usual answers.

"Because I'm ruthless." Zuo Cheng replied, with dark ink in his eyes.

The word ruthless is the most accurate description of Zuo Cheng, a man who is so ruthless that he has never been soft on himself.

In a word, Zuo Lin fell into a cold pool: "On the left and right, I have only one death."

Zuo Cheng sneered with a sneer on his lips, with a beautiful and gorgeous gesture: "But I want to see if God will spare you." His slender, white fingers raised lazily slightly, and his tone was calm and calm, "Choose one, I'll give it to you." Half of your life, the rest is up to you."

Zuo Jin squatted down, with the tray in his hand, the syringe on the left, and the gun on the right: "There is only one fatality, a half-life chance, think about it, the young master never gives a second chance."

This is the so-called way of life... This man, there is always a way to make you step on the clouds and fall hard again.

Zuo Lin stared blankly, with bloodshot eyes looming, staring fixedly at Uncle Jin who was half-squatting, trembling limply on the ground, amazed and even more frightened.As if being strangled by the throat, he bent down on the ground and begged: "No, sir, please forgive me."

"Choose." Zuo Cheng lazily leaned halfway on the rattan chair, without raising his eyes.

"No, no—" The man limp on the ground backed away in horror.

Zuo Cheng's long legs were half-bent, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and his tone was so cold that he said, "Don't wait for me to repent."

Even if this man leaves a way out for someone, he must first let him walk through the gate of hell a few times.

Zuo Lin's pupils dilated, and the eyes were dyed redder and redder. He suddenly raised his eyes, with an almost ferocious look on his face, shook his head, and said in a smoky hoarse voice: "Don't force me, I can't help it, since that's the case—— He dodged the gun in the tray, pointed at Zuocheng, and roared, "Zuocheng, you didn't give me a way out, so don't blame me."

Click—the bullet is loaded.

The members of the Zuo family are all masters when it comes to guns, and Zuo Lin just needs to move his fingers a little, and it is absolutely fatal.Immediately, swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the men around Zuo Cheng drew out their guns and pointed at Zuo Lin. Before the bullets were fired, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Put it down." Zuo Cheng spoke lazily, raising his hand casually.

After looking at each other as if facing a formidable enemy, the men still obeyed obediently.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He started slowly, and walked up to Zuo Lin, with a calm expression on his face.

Zuo Lin retreated subconsciously. For more than 20 years, he was the first person who dared to point a gun at Zuocheng like this. He was so afraid that every cell in his body seemed to be trembling and he couldn't control it. He stopped at his feet, and pointed the gun directly at Zuo Cheng's heart: "My life is cheap, and I will die if I die, but your Zuo Cheng's life is precious, half the chance, I die or you die."

"What do you want? Kill me?" He said indifferently, with no trace of panic in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and stroked the gun in his heart with his white fingers, and said softly, "Shoot."

Whether it is attacking the heart or attacking the plan, this man is undoubtedly the king.

The more calm and calm Zuo Cheng became, the more panicked and terrified Zuo Lin was, the hand holding the gun was trembling, and his bloodshot pupils froze: "Don't force me." He didn't dare to move forward, "You won't let me live, but I don't want to die yet, so prepare 3000 million dollars to bring my sister back and let me leave safely."

"Hmph." Zuo Cheng sneered, and walked forward without hearing anything.

"Don't come here, hurry up and do as I say, or we will all die together." His finger moved slightly, approaching the barrel of the gun.

Zuo Cheng sneered shallowly, the pale yellow light reflected his handsome face like an oil painting in the Middle Ages, an unrealistic beauty, his tone was only slightly chilly: "I never let anyone who can threaten me stay alive, In order not to become my own dead end in the future," I took another step forward, and my heart touched the gun, "No one has ever dared to bet with me, because no one is stupid enough to dig their own grave, and give you the last chance to face your own heart , shoot down, if you are not dead, I will never stop you from leaving the door of my left house."

It seemed that all the starlight melted into Zuo Cheng's eyes. At this moment, he was the master of the night.

There is such a man in the world, in the field of absolute violence, that is survival, instinct, and innate aura.

Indeed, gambling with such a man is digging his own grave.

It's just that there is often a saying in the world: when a fish dies and a net breaks, no one will feel better.This sentence is the only thing left in Zuo Lin's mind now, and it reverberates to wear away all his remaining timidity and rationality.His eyes were red, and he yelled angrily, "Do you think I dare not? Even if I have half the chance, I will drag you to be buried with me." His eyes were full of murderous intent, "You forced me!"

It seems that the world is so still, only the man suddenly let out a cold sneer, followed by: "Click——"

Knowing that there is no possibility of blood splashing on the spot, the big men in the room who are used to seeing blood and rain still broke out in cold sweat.

There are no bullets in the gun...

Zuo Cheng smiled lightly: "It's empty." He dodged Zuo Lin's gun with his hand and played with it.

Zuo Lin's legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground. He was so weak after dying once: "So I made the wrong choice."

That gun was actually a way of life, half the chance, he lost.

(End of this chapter)