Leng Zimo frowned, his eyes full of icy coldness. "Zirui, shoot!"
"If you shoot, both he and I will die!" Luo Ke stood with his back to Leng Zirui. "If you don’t want him to die, then put the gun... down!"
"No!" Leng Zimo roared anxiously, "Kill him, Zirui, kill him!"
Leng Zirui clenched his teeth, staring at the ring pressed against Leng Zimo’s neck, then suddenly raised his hand and flung the gun far away.
"Luo Ke, I’m warning you, if you dare lay a finger on my brother, I’ll tear you into pieces."
Luo Ke let out a vicious laugh. "Now, take five steps back."
Leng Zirui ground his teeth and backed away.
Luo Ke pulled Leng Zimo up from the ground, the poisonous ring in his hand still pressed against Zimo’s throat.
"You’re really angry?" Looking at Leng Zimo’s expression, Luo Ke only chuckled lightly. "Leng Zimo, do you know why you lost?"
"I haven’t lost yet!" Leng Zimo said coldly.
"The reason you lose is that even though your surname is Leng, you’re still not cold enough. If you hadn’t gone to save Jiao Yang earlier, I never could’ve taken Xiao Qian. If, when you first infiltrated the island, you hadn’t considered your brother, you could’ve just poisoned my food and killed me..." Luo Ke laughed darkly. "Too bad you didn’t, because you always have to think about other people—friendship, family... all of that is dead weight, and it’s those useless feelings that made you lose."
Circling around behind Leng Zimo, Luo Ke grabbed him with one hand, while the other still pressed the poisonous fang against his throat.


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