Your Excellency, I love you!

"boom--"

The bullets shot out, hitting Mo Shiche's chest heavily, and thick blood gushed out...

Mo Shiche's painfully handsome face suddenly changed, the gun in his hand fell, and his black eyes shot straight at Yan Chu, his eyes were angry and shocked, and he understood in an instant that he was involved in all this, even the mastermind.

Down below, Luo Qiangwei, who was waiting anxiously on the lifeboat, was caught off guard by the sound of a gunshot, and her whole body was shaken, almost instantly freezing from head to toe.

"Mo Shiche!"

She shouted hoarsely, but the cruise ship was too high, and she couldn't see what was happening on it.

He promised to come down, why hasn't he come down... whoever shot who...

Was he shot?

On the deck, when Mo Shiche heard this familiar shout, his pupils shrank, and his first reaction was to go to the railing and look down at her.

Seeing this, Yan Chu's eyes darkened, and the hand holding the gun quickly pulled the trigger again!

"boom--"

The second bullet hit Mo Shiche's chest again.

A steady stream of blood soaked his black shirt.

Mo Shiche was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, his tall figure was stiff and trembling, and he knelt down slowly.

"Mo Shiche!"

A woman's heart-piercing cry came from below the cruise ship, with anxious cries.

Mo Shiche knelt on one knee on the deck, trying hard to get over the railing, but he was shot twice in the chest, and the severe suffocating pain swept his whole body, and he couldn't move at all.

He just gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up a little, knelt back again, and fell heavily on the deck during the struggle.

The flowing blood stained the hand he wanted to reach out...

"Luo Qiangwei..."

A hoarse but lingering murmur overflowed from the depths of the man's throat.

He fixed his eyes on the railing in front of him, as if he wanted to penetrate the barrier and see the woman waiting below...

But he couldn't do it.

The trembling black eyes slowly closed.

The handsome man lay in a pool of blood, completely losing all consciousness.

Under the quiet night sky, the woman's crazily hoarse shouts kept ringing, Luo Qiangwei kept beating the bottom of the cruise ship with her hands, trying to climb up while pulling on the safety rope.

But she is a woman whose arms are not strong enough... she can't climb at all.

Yan Chu's hand holding the gun was still trembling slightly, but when he looked at Mo Shiche who had fallen, his face remained unchanged, and there was deep and bone-piercing hatred in his eyes.

This was the first time he shot someone, and Mo Shiche was the first person he killed.

It was he who was sorry for him.

It was he who stole his bride.

He was also the one who killed him in the last life - it doesn't matter if it was Mo Xiao or Mo Shiche, it was him anyway.

On the side, Sheng Feng played with the bomb controller as if watching a play, and chuckled softly, "I'm curious, how can you convince Sheng Tang that this matter has nothing to do with you - since you love her so much, you definitely don't want her to hate you Bar?"

Can Weiwei believe it?

The corner of Yan Chu's mouth curled up into a smile that was sure to win, "It's you who is making a fool of yourself anyway, so let her think it was you who shot us, isn't that all right?"

Sheng Feng frowned, but didn't understand for a moment.

Then Yan Chu walked to the railing, raised the gun in his hand, and pointed it directly at his chest, "Bang——"

Squeeze the trigger, and the bullet goes in.

The gun fell on the deck, and Yan Chu jumped out of the railing and fell into the sea!

Sheng Feng was somewhat shocked, he obviously didn't expect Yan Chu to be so ruthless that he could shoot himself and take his own life to clear himself up——

If the shot didn't kill him, then Yan Chu won the bet.