Xu Jun grabbed Chen Yubo by the head and screamed, “Motherfucker, we all earned this money. Why should this bastard take it all for himself?! Mr. Lin, Chen Xingzhou is already dying, what the hell are you still stubborn for?! Can you even hold this together?! Split the money and let everyone go their separate ways, wouldn’t that be better?!”

Mr. Lin wiped the blood from his hands on the tablecloth, expressionless. “No. What belongs to you, you can take. Take it without guilt. What isn’t yours, you must not touch it. Touch it even once, and you invite disaster. You’ll die without a burial place[1].”

“Die, my ass! I’ll send this bastard to meet his brother right now!” Seeing no hope of survival, Xu Jun’s face twisted fiercely. He decisively pulled the trigger. “Go eat shit!”

Unfortunately, there was no deafening blast, no spray of blood. Only the dry, hollow sound of a jammed weapon.

Click. Click.

He kept frantically pulling the trigger, but under Ji Jue’s gaze, it was useless. Xu Jun’s shifting expressions of rage and terror turned into blank shock. He stared dumbly at Mr. Lin walking up to him, finally realizing something. He dropped the gun, sneered coldly, and was about to say something, but a hand clamped around...