C575 Void Talisman

"I. . . "

Gan's face was pale and his clothes were drenched in cold sweat.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at his temple and did not move. The trigger was still slowly sinking.

His mental defense finally collapsed and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Master Lin. . . Please spare me! I, I am just Bro Loong. . . No, Ba Loong's dog