That handsome face, that innocent smile, eyes curved like crescent moons.
It was as if he were handing Nangong Yichen a piece of candy, not a gun.
The words that came out of his mouth were truly chilling—
"This is a silenced gun. You can shoot him anywhere on his body. Hehe, want to pull down his pants and aim for his dick?"
Nangong Yichen raised an eyebrow, looking at him with displeasure. "I really don't want you as my brother."
"I don't want you as my brother either, always wearing that cold face all day," Chu Junyu shrugged. "But there's no helping it—we're fated to be brothers in this life."
"Where was Dad hit?"
Chu Junyu said, "A gunshot wound to his right arm."
Bang!
The moment he finished speaking, Nangong Yichen fired a shot, the bullet hitting the man's right arm with perfect accuracy.
Chu Junyu stared, dumbfounded. "Do you have to be that accurate?"
"Hmph."
Nangong Yichen let out a cold snort, the corners of his handsome lips curling into a sneer that was exactly like Nangong Yehen's signature smirk.
He looked at Chu Junyu with a half-smile. "Want to give it a try?"
Chu Junyu took the gun, grinning slyly. "I want to shoot his dick."
The burly man standing nearby twitched hard at the corner of his eye. "Young Master, shooting the dick will kill him."
Wasn't the plan to torture this man thoroughly?
A single shot and he's dead—that's letting him off too easy, isn't it?
"Brother Guang, I'll shoot the dick tip, not the dick itself."
Aguang was confused. "What's the dick tip?"
Chu Junyu turned sideways, staring straight at Aguang's crotch. "Take off your pants, and I'll show you where the dick itself is."
"I'd rather not!" Aguang quickly stepped back half a pace, both hands covering his crotch, afraid Chu Junyu might harm his dick.
Bang! Bang!
"Ah..." The man's low, pained groan rang out.
Chu Junyu fired two shots, straight into the man's chest, leaving wounds that were shocking to behold.
Nangong Yichen raised an eyebrow, coldly watching the chest quickly stained with blood. His handsome, youthful face carried a composure that children his age shouldn't have.
Chu Junyu blew on the still-smoking muzzle, the gunpowder-scented white smoke swirling around his nose—an unpleasant smell.
"These two shots are for Uncle Huoluan," Chu Junyu said, looking at the man.
Blood dripped from him, drop by drop, onto the clean floor, making this damp basement seem even more eerie and sinister.
"Young Master, want to finish him off with one shot?" Aguang's hands were itching too.
"Dying that fast would be too merciful for him, wouldn't it?" Chu Junyu smiled, his two rows of white teeth gleaming like pearls.
Aguang found himself liking the two young masters more and more with every look.
"Little demon, you'd better kill me with one shot, or you'll regret it!" The man glared at Chu Junyu with bloodshot eyes.
"Tsk tsk, little old man, his voice is really nice," Chu Junyu shook his head. "What a shame—such a nice voice, and I don't want to hear it."
"Not as nice as Dad's," Nangong Yichen said coldly.
Chu Junyu nodded. "True."
"So, young masters, should we cut out his tongue?" Aguang asked.
Nangong Yichen swept a cold glance over him, and Aguang pursed his lips, lowering his head.
Chu Junyu gave him a deep look. "Aguang, how can you be so bloody and violent?"
Aguang felt innocent and hurt—he hadn't done anything, had he?
When it came to being bloody and violent, who could match him?