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"What the hell are you waiting for? Shoot!"

Xue Beichen's roar came from the second floor, his voice sharpened by anger.

He gripped the corridor railing with both hands, his chest heaving beneath his suit. "I told you to shoot! Did you hear me?! Kill him!"

The gunman didn't move. He hid behind the wall, his back against the brick wall, his finger on the trigger, his fingertip pressing against the cold, curved metal surface.

If you push it down just one more centimeter, the bullet will be fired from the barrel.

One centimeter, just that little distance.

But... he couldn't suppress it.

It's not a problem with the gun.

The gun is good, the bullets are full, and the aim is correct.

It's his own hands that won't obey him!

From my fingertips to my wrist and then to my forearm, my whole arm was shaking uncontrollably. The grip was covered in sweat and so slippery that I could barely hold on.

He worked as a sniper for three years, handling no fewer than twenty targets for Xue Beichen, and never once did he need to fire a second shot, let alone a third.

But today it's not a question of whether or not to fire a third shot.

The question is whether he can leave the flour factory alive after the third shot is fired!

Chu Nan's words were still echoing in his ears.

There were no threats, no gnashing of teeth, no murderous intent.

But it was precisely because of this that he felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

It's like killing him was just a trivial matter that the person could easily accomplish, not worth any emotional fluctuation.

He wasn't trying to scare people!

The gunman knew this very well: a man who could deflect two bullets with a machete.

Every word spoken by such a person is true.

He said he would kill if he fired again, and he really meant it!

The gunman's Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to swallow, but his mouth felt as dry as if it were full of sand.

The finger on the trigger repeatedly tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened.

My fingertips rubbed back and forth on the curved metal surface, leaving a thin layer of sweat.

He had never felt that pulling the trigger was such a difficult thing in his life.

"What the hell are you afraid of?!"

Xue Beichen's voice was no longer just angry; a few strands of his hair fell down and clung to his forehead, making him look completely different from the aloof young master of the Xue family he usually was.

"No matter how tough he is, he's just one person. You have a gun, but what you're holding isn't a fire poker! Shoot him! Shoot him in the head!"

The gunman still didn't move.

Xue Beichen took a deep breath. "Have you forgotten that your wife is still lying in the hospital?"

His voice suddenly became very soft, as if he were chatting casually, but every word felt like a blade scraping against the gunman's eardrums.

"A kidney donor has been found. Without my intervention, your wife would have had to stay in the hospital until she dies!"

The gunman shuddered, his grip on the gun tightened abruptly, and his knuckles made a soft clicking sound.

"So you have to shoot today. If you don't, your wife will die!"

Xue Beichen paused for a moment, then said, slowly and deliberately, "But if you dare fire another blank shot, I'll have your wife's kidney transplant returned!"

Did the gunman close his eyes? His wife's face flashed through his mind.

Can't die!

I can't die here!

My wife is still waiting for a kidney transplant; only if I complete the mission can she be saved.

The gunman opened his eyes, and the fear in them was replaced by something more complex—not courage, but resignation.

It's the kind of resignation that comes with having blocked all escape routes and having no choice but to move forward.

He raised his gun again, and his breathing gradually calmed down.

He kept telling himself that even if Chu Nan could block bullets with his knife, the speed and impact of the bullets, even if they only hit the blade, would be enough to injure him.

Even if a single shot doesn't hit, Chu Nan will still reveal a weakness.

As long as one shot hits the target, Xue Beichen won't blame him for missing.

As long as one shot hits, my wife's kidney will not be returned!

He didn't even wipe the sweat from his forehead before his finger steadily pressed down on the trigger!

"Bang!"

A thunderous gunshot rang out for the third time at the flour mill.

The muzzle flashed briefly in the dim space, and the bullet tore through the air, hurtling towards Chu Nan at more than twice the speed of sound.

The moment the gunman pulled the trigger, his body instinctively recoiled behind the wall.

His back was pressed against the wall, and his heart was pounding in his chest.

Then, he heard a voice.

It wasn't a scream, nor the dull thud of a body falling to the ground.

It was the sound of metal shattering, sharper and more piercing than the previous two times, like the unwilling lament of some metal after reaching its limit.

The sound came from where Chu Nan was standing, and then stopped abruptly.

The gunman's pupils contracted sharply. He seemed to hear a shrill sound, like something sharp cutting through the air, approaching him!

He didn't see what happened clearly, but Erniu saw it perfectly.

Chu Nan held the half-broken cleaver in his backhand, the blade tracing an arc from bottom to top.

At the moment the blade collides with the bullet in mid-air, the bullet's kinetic energy is completely split in two, exploding to both sides.

The projectiles struck the ground and wall beside Chu Nan, respectively, sending up two clouds of broken brick dust.

The remaining half of the blade shattered completely upon impact, scattering fragments everywhere.

At the same instant, Chu Nan raised his left hand.

He spread his index and middle fingers, and picked up a piece of shattered blade with his fingertips.

The shattered blade tumbled among dozens of fragments, as thin as a cicada's wing and only the size of a fingernail, spinning in the air and reflecting a faint light.

His fingers gently pinched along its swirling trajectory, as if picking up a petal that had fallen onto the table.

Then, with a slight flick of his wrist, the shard of blade flew out of his hand!

The gunman heard a piercing whistling sound coming from this.

He had no chance to hide, or even to think about what it was.

The shattered blade pierced right through the wall in front of him, leaving a tiny red dot right between his eyebrows.

A second later, a very thin trickle of blood began to seep from the red spot, flowing down the bridge of the nose.

It condensed into a drop on the tip of the nose, then fell to the ground, leaving a tiny wet mark in the dust.

The gunman opened his mouth as if to say something, but no sound came out.

His finger was still on the trigger, but he no longer had the strength to pull it, and he slowly slid down to the ground against the wall.

The gun slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a dull thud.

His eyes were wide open, and he died unable to understand how someone could take a life with a broken knife through a wall.

Then he tilted to one side and fell to the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

Chu Nan threw away the knife in his hand and said in a calm tone, "I gave you a chance, but unfortunately... you didn't know how to cherish it."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairwell.

The bodyguards blocking his way automatically made way for him.

This was not a conscious action, but rather the body's instinctive retreat.

Some people even held their breath, their chests aching, afraid to breathe, lest they become the next person pierced by those shattered blades.

Although Chu Nan's figure walked further and further away, their fear did not diminish in the slightest.

Every soul is trembling!

They trembled at the sight of Chu Nan, this terrifying, devilish guy!