Mrs. Nan's Hidden Marriage Daily

Chapter 152 What are the chances of winning (2)

Even though he is hurting her endlessly now, at least she is still healthy, as long as he wants to see, he can see her anytime.

Bringing her by his side is tantamount to letting everyone catch his weakness, and he will seek his own death.

In his plan, Murphy should not exist.

He couldn't even guarantee that after his plan was implemented, would Murphy want to kill him?

Nan Feng Xiao slammed on the brakes, and the sports car stopped in the suburbs, surrounded by empty and uninhabited areas.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Charles saw Nan Fengxiao take out the gun from the drawer of the car and step out of the car.

"Bang bang bang-"

The deafening gunshots rang out, and Charles quickly covered his ears...

The gunfire never stopped, and Charles followed his gaze, and saw that a sturdy century-old tree was already riddled with holes.

But that person is still committing violence...

"Squeeze --"

Charles got used to the sound of gunshots, lowered his hands, clapped his hands, and praised: "Xiao, your marksmanship is even more exquisite."

The tree was ten meters away, and Nan Fengxiao could hit it even if he was restless, Charles was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground.

The gunfire lasted for more than ten seconds, until the gun ran out of bullets, the piercing gunshots stopped, and the suburbs returned to silence.

Nan Fengxiao turned the gun around, his eyes burst into fierceness, strode up to Charles, and put the gun against Charles' chest.

Charles wasn't afraid at all, his slender fingers, like those of a fair woman, gently hooked the muzzle of the gun.

Nan Fengxiao's eyes turned cold, he threw the gun to Charles, and turned his head.

Charles caught it, man, this was the best gun he'd ever sent him.

The whole world will never find a second one, and he actually used it to vent...hitting a big tree?

Nan Fengxiao wiped his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at the bustling mountain peak. The mist at the other end of the mountain peak added a lot of mystery vaguely.

"If I do it now, what are the chances of winning?"

Nan Fengxiao withdrew his gaze and aimed at Charles, his deep voice was extremely sexy, "Fifty percent?"

Charles also became serious, rubbed the pistol lightly with his fingers, and said seriously, "[-]%!"

Nan Fengxiao frowned, as if thinking.

"Perhaps, not at all." Charles continued.

Nan Fengxiao sneered, his handsome face, as if carefully carved, was now covered with a layer of golden light by the setting sun, and his whole body was surrounded by cold air.

His eyes are as sharp as a sword, his lips are thin, and between those lips, he exudes the domineering and arrogance that comes with him, like a king who is above the heaven and the earth.

Charles handed him the gun, but Nan Fengxiao didn't take it for a long time, his eyes changed, and he said hoarsely, "If I give up everything, what are my chances of winning?"

Charles was taken aback, and blurted out a string of fluent English, "Xiao, did I hear you right? You mean to fight to the death with that side?"

Nan Fengxiao did not speak, expressing his acquiescence.

"Haha——" Charles laughed, and stopped immediately after a few seconds, with a cold face, "It's not worth it, even if you give everything you have, it's just a small trouble to the other side, and you will be easily resolved."

"Then what the hell am I going to do?" Nan Fengxiao took off his coat and threw it on the ground, with a murderous look in his black eyes.

(End of this chapter)