Ruan Tianling drew his pistol, loaded it, then aimed it squarely at one of Qi Ruigang's legs.
"Tell me, what's with this thing?" His other hand held up a U-disk. "If you don't give me the truth, I'll shatter your leg, then break your arm, and make you a cripple!"
Qi Ruigang glanced at the U-disk and sneered coldly. "Did you look inside?"
"I'm asking you—what's the deal with it?!"
"Ruan Tianling, is this how you ask for answers from people? With that attitude, I'm certainly not telling you anything."
"So you're refusing?" Ruan Tianling narrowed his eyes darkly. His finger lightly pulled on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.
Qi Ruigang wasn't bothered in the least. "In your hands, I've already given up thoughts of survival. If you want to pull the trigger, go ahead."
Someone like him couldn't be scared.
Even if his leg were hacked off right now, he still wouldn't beg for mercy or show fear.
