The Rise of a Special Forces Soldier Abandoned by a Wealthy Family

After saying that, he grabbed Wu Chen by the neck and dragged him like a piece of human trash, taking a few steps to Zeng Lingyu.

With lightning speed, his right foot slammed into the back of Wu Chen's knee!

"Bang! Thud!" Wu Chen screamed as his knees buckled and he fell violently to his knees, the sound of his knees hitting the ground making one's teeth ache.

"Xiaoya!" Zeng Long shouted without turning around, "Give me the gun!"

"Oh, oh, oh! Here it comes!" Lin Xiaoya, who had been eagerly watching from the sidelines, always ready to see what would happen, exclaimed.

As if hearing the most interesting call, it immediately hopped over like a joyful little deer.

But she didn't hand the gun to Zeng Long—how could she miss the chance to try it herself when she thought it was extremely "pretentious" and fun?

Holding the pistol she had hastily assembled earlier, she deftly pulled back the bolt with a "click," producing a crisp cocking sound.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, she first used her left hand to slap Wu Chen's face hard, as Wu Chen had just knelt down and was still in shock! "Smack!" The sound was loud.

"Ah!" Wu Chen's head tilted to the side after being hit, still not recovered from the sudden slap.

Xiaoya had already pressed the cold muzzle of the gun firmly against his temple!

She mimicked Zeng Long's cold tone, but her voice was clear and bright, carrying a childlike excitement as she shouted:

"Kneel...or...die!"

Wu Chen:

"..." He was completely stunned, as if his soul had left his body under that slap and that gunshot.

My inner voice screamed wildly:

"Big sister! Didn't you see I'm already kneeling?! I'm fucking kneeling!!"

Xiaoya seemed to only then realize that her boss had forcibly "helped" her into kneeling.

Her mischievous big eyes darted around, and she immediately found a new "way to play".

Without hesitation, she raised the gun, pointing it at the exquisite and luxurious crystal chandelier above the lobby—

"Bang!" Another deafening gunshot rang out!

The bullet whistled past, shattering a corner of the chandelier, and glass shards fell in a shower.

The sudden gunshot dealt another heavy blow to the already tense hearts of everyone, almost causing them to collapse collectively!

Xiaoya, however, didn't care at all. She immediately pointed the gun at Wu Chen's temple again and asked with great interest:

"To kneel or to die?!"

At this moment, Wu Chen had lost all dignity, and fear had overwhelmed him. He felt that his life was truly on a countdown. He nodded vigorously, his voice trembling and breaking into tears:

"I kneel...I kneel! I choose to kneel! I've already knelt!!"

Looking at his cowardly appearance, Xiaoya pouted, a look of utter boredom on her face, and muttered under her breath:

"This is so boring... Why is killing someone so difficult? I haven't had a single kill in ages, it's so dull and uninteresting!"

She seemed to vent her frustration on the gun, or rather, she found new amusement.

She abruptly turned her gun towards Liu Sheng, He Ziming, and their group of followers who were lying limp on the ground opposite her, and pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!" A series of gunshots rang out! The bullets weren't aimed at the crowd, but rather accurately struck the ground beside them and in front of their legs!

The flying gravel even hit their faces and trousers!

Liu Sheng and He Ziming, in particular, clearly felt that the two bullets almost grazed their crotches and left hot bullet holes in the ground!

A chill instantly shot from their tailbone straight to the top of their head. The two were terrified, desperately squeezing their legs together. They felt that a certain important part of their body had lost sensation, leaving only boundless coldness and fear!

Xiaoya emptied the magazine, brandished her pistol with a hint of lingering satisfaction, then pointed the muzzle at He Ziming and his large group, and asked loudly in a clear, melodious voice that sounded like a devil's whisper:

"Do you choose death... or... death?"

He Ziming et al.:

"!!!" They gaped in horror, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Wasn't it supposed to be "kneel or die"? How come the only option left is "die or die"?! This girl is totally unpredictable!

The extreme fear caused their brains to completely shut down.

They felt that this seemingly innocent and naive girl was more terrifying and unpredictable than that cold-hearted man!

Trying to reason with her? Trying to reason with a madwoman?

Driven by their survival instinct, they all turned their pleading, fearful, and helpless gazes toward Zeng Long, the only one in the room who might be reasonable, and cried out in tearful voices:

"We kneel! We choose to kneel! We'll kneel right now!!"

Then, a dramatic scene unfolded.

This group of arrogant and domineering young masters and their henchmen, like ducks being herded, scrambled and scrambled to the opposite side of Zeng Lingyu and Yan Hai.

They didn't even dare to get too close or too far away, automatically forming a crooked straight line next to Wu Chen, and then with a series of "thumps," they all knelt down with all their might, bowing their heads deeply, not daring to look ahead.

Everyone else in the hall looked at the row of people kneeling in the center of the hall, and saw only Zeng Long standing proudly, and Lin Xiaoya playing with an empty gun with a "bored" look on her face.

The verdict, in a way that blends extreme cruelty with absurd humor, has temporarily come to an end. But everyone knows that this is far from over.